Porcelina of the Vast Oceans
a warm waterproof hip-length jacket usually with a hood, originally worn in polar regions, but now worn for any outdoor activity
(informal, derogatory) a socially inept person with a hobby considered by most people to be boring
Porcelina stood on the shore, her bare feet covered in sea foam. A soft breeze rolled across the ocean, carrying a whisper over the waves.
"It's time to come home." The voice said.
"But I'm not ready." Porcelina said, "There's still so much to see."
From behind the dunes she heard her friends calling. They were laughing as they said her name. For a brief moment she hoped they would crest the hill and pull her away, returning her to the warmth of her adopted family.
"It's time to come home." The voice whispered again.
"Just one day more." Porcelina pled.
The wind grew stronger, blowing hair across her face. The voice came again, repeating its demand. She knew the answer would not change.
With a sigh she turned and saw the first of her friends crest the dunes. She raised a hand in silent farewell before stepping into the water and walking away.
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There's something haunting and beautiful in the imagery and the slow fade into the sea. I wonder what her friends think, or see?
- #1193 Posted 5 years ago
ElshaHawk - that's a great question! I'd love to read what you think they saw :)
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