They’d only been married days when he confessed the sea was calling.
“I’ll go with you,” she insisted.
But he put a finger to her lips. “I’ll be back,” he whispered.
That was over a century ago. He never returned, lost at sea, and her ghost still waits…
“She died here?” Amanda scans the landscape of the tiny island.
“Sounds like the guy had another family,” Felisha says.
“Or buyer’s remorse,” Roger adds.
They laugh as the mist from the pounding waves builds.
“Tide’s coming.” The tour guide shivers, turns them away from the translucent figure curled among the rocks.
© Nortina Simmons