Selkie....working story

Chapter 1

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“Sarah “ the voice caressed her with a touch as light as a summer breeze. She felt a need growing in her each time it called her. She was lying of on the beach. Waves crashing on the sand; the moon half-full shining brightly. He stood on the sand with the tide coming in around him. His lithe body glistening with the spray from the surf. She awoke suddenly to the shrill sound of her alarm. The smell of the ocean still on the air.

Chapter 2

”Morning. Sarah. How was your night?”
“Strange. I had that dream again. It gets more real every time. This morning I swear I could smell the ocean when I woke up.”
“You should talk to my friend Joseph. He is really into dream interpretation and stuff. I can give him a call and see if he’s free for lunch today. Maybe he could help.”
“Thanks Laura. That sounds great! I’ll talk to you later. Right now, I’ve got to find the top of my desk.” I said, gesturing to the multiple piles of paper on the desk in front of me.

Laura closed the door behind her as she left my office. All thoughts of the dream would have to wait. I had a ton of work to get done if I was going to have any chance of lunch away from my desk. Those pesky forms would not file themselves. I grabbed the file folder on top and got to work. It was quite awhile later when there was a knock at my door.

“Come in.” I called as I stretched, trying to relive the tension in my shoulders. Looking up I found Laura standing in my doorway with a silly grin on her face and a man I didn’t recognize.” This is my friend, Joseph. And this” She said pointing at me, “is Sarah.” . He followed her in, holding his hand out at the introduction. “Hi “ I said shaking his hand. He was not what I had pictured when she said he was into interpreting dreams “and stuff”. I had expected long pony-tailed hair, jeans, and tie-dye …the stereotypical hippy. He was the exact opposite. He seemed totally at ease in his shirt and tie. His suit coat casually slung over his shoulder. “So, have you found enough of your desk to come to lunch with us?” he asked interrupting my thoughts. “No,” I said , shrugging. “but I need the break. Let’s go.”

We went to a nice little café. About half-way through our meal, Laura nudges me, “tell him about your dream.” Joseph looked up expectantly.