Aaaand to celebrate Friday the Thirteenth, have a piece for Friday Fictioneers!
(Also, no, I’ve absolutely no idea where this piece came from, aha. It just sort of…spilled out, all of a sudden, as soon as I saw the picture of the ocean. Sigh.)
copyright Jan W. Fields
In the beginning, they say, the sea was silent.
The sound of waves did not whisper against the shores, water to sand like words on a lover’s skin; they did not crash, or scream.
The sea had no voice with which to speak, and yet still it lured them in, one by one by one.
Water met skin, dissolved skin slowly ’til it found bone, and was not sated even then.
They say the sea stole the voice of the first man it drowned, and that of every man thereafter, until every wave is now the echo of dead words.
And what’re you waiting for? Go check out all the other responses! :)
bookslut & storyteller 
very very nice, this could be the start of something fine.
Dear JF,
I thoroughly enjoyed your meditation on the origin of the voice of the sea. Good job,
Aloha,
Doug
Dear Jayce Faye,
A worthy entry. You set a tone to this that’s both somber and contemplative. Nicely crafted.
shalom,
Rochelle
Well done, Jayce, chilling on this chilly morning.
janet
That was a great little piece :)
I enjoyed the flow and especially liked the line “like words on a lover’s skin.” A very thought provoking piece.
I loved the flow, especially the line “like words on a lover’s skin”
A very thought provoking piece.
Excellent!
AnElephant loved it.
There is something very wonderful about this piece. The notion of the sea as darkly seductive works very well. Nice job, thanks for sharing!