Today I was thinking about selkies, because my other options were thinking about the upcoming 4 years of clusterfuck or thinking about Westworld, and I already thought about Westworld a lot this week. So: selkies.
I love the idea of selkie stories and all variations thereof, because shapechangers and doomed love stories are both Tropes I Am Into. But today I was thinking about how the selkie stories we hear are, generally, only the ones that ended badly.
So I would like a selkie story that ends happily ever after, I think. One where a guy who is basically decent and good-hearted falls asleep on the beach, because he was allowing himself one evening of self-pity and staring moodily at a bonfire, before he puts on his big-boy pants and deals with being dumped like an adult.
And he wakes up in the morning, sand in every crevice, vaguely embarrassed with himself because he’s pretty sure at some point last night he was drunk enough to yell at the ocean, and there’s a girl sitting on the big boulder at the edge of the water. Well. not a girl. A grown-up-type-person, same as him.
“Um.” says Our Hero, not sure of how to proceed. Maybe she was here to yell at the ocean about being dumped, too. He doesn’t remember a lot of last night. “Hi?”
This is when he noticed that she isn’t wearing clothes, as such, so much as a fur… thing, sort of wrapped around her. And her long hair is wet. And her eyes are huge and dark. And she’s really very pretty.
“Well?” she says. “You called, and I came. I suppose you’re worth a try. Where are we going?”
a selkie story
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