Selkie calls

The Daily Post prompt is: smooth.

Photo ©Samratjulme


The lake stretches into the dusk, ashrill with mosquitos and pocked with dragonflies hunting. I watch for night to fall, for the hot sun to smoulder into a cool ember and drop over the edge of night. For then, in the twilight zone between dog and wolf, when all cats are grey and the moon and stars but a dreaming, you will slide, oil smooth and water-slick, from the reeds. You will rise from the smooth, waveless lake, carrying with you the salt tang of the ocean, the dark, mystery of the deep green tunnels, and I will be waiting. In your arms, will be the sealskin, your gift of a double life, and in your eyes, the light of desire. You will call me, and I will run through the shallows to join you in the great vastness of the undersea world.


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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

7 thoughts on “Selkie calls”

  1. You know I love Selkie stories! There is such a dream-like quality to this, and wonderful phrases, “in the twilight zone between dog and wolf.” 🙂

  2. Cool! “twilight zone between dog and wolf,” – perfect description loaded with meanings. …(and now I see I’m not theonly one to pull that phrase out for recognistion HA HA)
    You captured the image and longing of the time/event perfectly

    1. I’m pleased you like the imagery. It’s a French expression to describe the time of day when the colour has gone but night hasn’t quite fallen. It’s particularly apt, I think 🙂

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