Rochelle’ Friday Fictioneers.
This week I have adopted a mythical idea from Scottish folklore.
Selkies’ Ceremony – Return to the Sea.
It was the same after every ceremony, but John was glad of the work.
‘How did it go last night?’ he called into the restaurant.
‘Oh John,’ said Morag. ‘Our women were beautiful with glowing complexions and gleaming hair.’
‘Looks like a lot more kelp this time.’
‘You should have been here,’ said Morag. ‘Our families washing in on the high tide with the skins.’
‘I understand you leaving with work shutting down.’
‘They played the flute and lyre; so soft, so emotional. I was in tears.’
‘I’ll miss you, Morag.’
‘Aye, I am sorry, John. My ceremony’s on Wednesday.’