Some said that she died of grief, that she couldn’t breathe. Some said they saw her in the late months of the year. She would wander from her wooden home to the hillside near the sea and sing. She was waiting for her lover who left her, said one day he would sail back to her lonely shore. So he waited until some say, she died of grief.
Published by Erin Rose Belair
I am multi-genre writer specializing in travel, ad-copy, and nonfiction prose. A recent graduate with my MFA I am spending my new found time rambling around the world, practicing yoga, and searching for the best salad ever. View all posts by Erin Rose Belair