When the Sailor Came to Shore

A short story

Photo by Clayton Holmes on Unsplash

I knew he was the one because he smelled like salt. I could taste it on the wind, wafting towards me, even as I took over the sky. He came down over the mountain, saw the signs but didn’t heed them, the acrid smell in the air, the way the sky turned brown. But when he saw me dancing, he couldn’t ignore it any longer. I turned around and saw him. For a moment, everything stopped. Would’ve…