Smarter, Wiser,
Better
A daughter.
The South Wind
eyed the newborn. Though he’d not especially wanted a child, neither did he
begrudge the Great Sea’s desire. But why couldn't
she have the sense to birth a son?
The Sea lifted the
baby toward her rolling surface. “Will you hold her?”
Wiser not to.
Smarter to maintain distance. Head shaking refusal, he turned to fly, but the
child’s cry slowed him.
Less a cry than a
song, and sung for him. The sound ensnared his heart.
Alas: He loved
her.
Wiser to go.
Smarter, too. But not better, he
thought, and held her close.
2 comments:
Thanks for the feature, Anita! Much appreciated. ^_^
You're quite welcome.
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