When the vitriolic head clamour becomes too much to bear she slips out the back door, storms up the clifftop path and shouts into the wind, throwing her frustrations out to sea. She sings at ships. They never answer her siren call, but the voices quieten down, for a while.
A 50-word story written by Bruce Arbuckle, inspired by the Freewriters Writing Prompt on Hive, “ocean travel”
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