They say that if your sorrows become too much to bear, there is a way to entreat the Queen of the Sea to take them from you. If your husband has left you, if you cannot have the one you love, if you are barren, if you have lost a loved one, your home, your youth, your beauty, or your reason for going on, come to Her, La Sirène,the Mother Whose Children Are Like Fish.
A long time ago, in a village on the edge of the great Northern woods, there lived a young girl with a fierce and willful temperament, and hair of the brightest gold. She cared little for the rules and strictures placed on young girls, or on anyone at all, by others, and went where she would, and did exactly as she pleased. In fact, it would not be unfair to say she cared little for others at all.
Posted Jan 10, 2012, in Stories, by Lynna Landstreet
Written for the Thousand Cats LiveJournal community, December 13, 2009.
There once, on a small island whose name is now lost to history, lived a lady who as long as anyone could remember, had loved the sound of the sea. Even as a baby, any time she was fretful, her parents had only to take her outside to where she could hear the sound of the sea, and she would grow calm and still, listening quietly to the sound with a dreamy smile on her tiny face.