Written for Friday Fictioneers
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GENRE(S): Flash fiction, historical fiction, literary fiction, romance
WORD COUNT: 102
If the Sea Spoke . . .
When Helena McArdle reached rickety boards, she almost turned, with no fanfare and nary a flounce ruffled, back toward home. Father would be no wiser.
Instead, her footfalls hastened her forward. The inlet waits just beyond the pavilion flitted across her mind, a firefly waltzing with air.
At 17 years and ninety-eight pounds when not encased in a cage crinoline, she did not welcome the avoirdupois of womanhood. No one will make me marry Lucas Parish–that human Cerberus!
Still, the sound of waves slapping chert beaconed. “Hurry to me,” slipped from the swollen lips of the whitecaps, whose promises were lies.
Dear Leigh,
I hope she realizes the waves are lying before making a final leap. There’s a lot of story between the rickety boards. Nice one.
shalom,
Rochelle
Thank you, Rochelle. Slowly but surely, I’m making my way through reading the other Friday Fictioneers’ posts; good stuff! Shalom to you as well! Best, Leigh
she should pause and take a deep breath to clear her mind. who knows, lucas may not want to marry her after all.
Great point, Plaridel. We don’t know the guy’s viewpoint or, for that matter, why/if he really is a human Cerberus. I’ll save him for a longer story! 🙂
I hope she stops and takes a deep breath too. You have a huge, impressive vocabulary! Thanks for the read and trip to the dictionary. Nan
Thank you for visiting, Nan. You are too kind! I can still hear the clicking nails of the 4 black labs from your story. Best wishes on your writing; keep it up!
Good descriptions and story. Let’s hope she has second thoughts before it’s too late.
Thanks for reading, P.S. You are so active with Trifecta, Friday Fictioneers, and more–that’s awesome! I still remember your “that’s not what I meant” vampire Trifecta!
Yeah, I don’t know about Helena; she seems pretty determined to get to the sea, with her youth powering her along.
I like: “her footfalls hastened her forward …” It’s truth. It’s like how the sound of typewriter keys keeps you writing. I like ‘chert’ and ‘nary’ and ‘avoirdupois’.
I love the mystery of this.
I hope she doesn’t do anything too impulsive. Maybe Lucas isn’t that bad. Or maybe she can find another way.
She’s definitely caught up in the moment and her anger. As you said, she is in danger of heading into a rash, irrevocable decision.
This is very thought provoking, which I enjoy. Most curious about the names Helena McArdle and “Lucas Parish–that human Cerberus”. Hmm, Cerebus guarded Hades preventing the dead from leaving. Anyway, great post Leigh this will keep me thinking for a while.
Hey, Zteve. Thanks for reading this “oldie.” Wow, it’s three years ago already! Great questions. I first became enamored with Greco-Roman myth & history when I took Latin (many years ago), so I think I took Helena to be Helen (of Troy), McArdle to suggest a Scots or Irish surname (because, to my mind, the setting of the story is 1870s-1890s southern United States, probably Louisiana, Alabama, or Mississippi), and Lucas seemed a historically accurate male name of that time period. And “Parish” to suggest religion and Louisiana (as their boroughs/regions/subsections are called parishes). Yes, true, Cerberus kept the dead from leaving, although I honestly think I didn’t consider the dead living but rather the living entering and, much though I love dogs, I wanted this Lucas Parish character to be monstrous like a three-headed dog obviously is! Oh, and this is my homage to Kate Chopin’s The Awakening (book) from that time period.
Thanks for allowing me to stretch my memory, Zteve. Hope spring 2017 is finding you as happy & productive as ever.
And make that “the dead LEAVING” (as in leaving Hades/Tartarus).