The Sailor’s Bride
I waited for him to come home.
Some women took to their walks, pacing back and forth and staring out to sea until their very memories were etched into time, long after their bones were dust. Others found new homes in the waves that took their men away, heavy wool skirts pulling them to the swirling depths, into the same arms that stole their beloved.
I stood in the same place I always stood, steadfast and resolute. My soul is forged iron, he said, and I would weather the sands of time.
We didn’t know then just how right he was.