The quiet of the morning replaced the soothing sounds of the night. The tide had pulled away from the shore, taking with it the gentle rushing waves. I stood as the sun rose and looked to the horizon.
What waited for me? Did it matter? My mother had sold me to a stranger, a much older man.
Warm breath against my neck told me I was not alone. He whispered in my ear, “The boat is on the other side of the cove. We must go. Are you ready?”
I nodded, “Yes,” without hesitation. At least this was my choice.
This story is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of a photo prompt to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. The beautiful photo this week was provided by C. E. Ayer.
If you would like to join in with this encouraging group of writers or read their stories from this week, visit here.