MANY BEFORE HIM WENT DOWN TO THE SEA
100 words for Friday Fictioneers
Photoprompt © Dale Rogerson
Koshimi lay in his house, staring up at the doctor.
“The sea was my life,” he said. “Once I won the heart of a mermaid of pure constancy. Lately she calls to me.”
After the doctor left there came an almighty creaking and grating and groaning of wood and metal as Koshimi’s house broke free of its foundations and slid towards the cliff edge. Villagers stared helplessly as the ordinary angled walls and roof toppled into the ocean and floated away, beyond the horizon.
Some heard a woman singing most beautifully. Others simply heard the familiar prayers of the gulls.