50 Word Stories: When the Spring Tides Come


She peered through a frill of willow tendrils dark eyes glaring. Tied to the river as she'd been the sea, the girl's tail flashed a silver dagger.
I'm ashamed to say I ran when all she wanted was a friend. I dream about her still when the spring tides come.

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