Written by Tracy Giles, Canada

The ocean was still and flat like a scrying mirror with nothing to tell. The air was wantonly warm, tickling, tingling; and the sky was a deep swimming pool sapphire, unblemished by a single cloud.

But there – a ripple, a break – the head of a seal, smooth, black-eyed bad boy. We made eye contact. I was a giddy giggly girl. He coolly dismissed me, and continued his hunt, owning his stretch of water like a hot rod teen cruising the strip.

And then, he was gone … my lost heart trailing behind him like a frond of seaweed.

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