TITLE: Touching Shores
GENRE: Historical Fantasy
I hurl the empty mead bottle through the air. It revolves sixteen times before it smashes into a tree sending tiny shards in all directions.
Salty ocean water splashes against my face, burning and tingling my skin. I always felt rejuvenated when I touch the water.
A man stirs beside me and reaches out for my waist, wrapping his thin arm around me and pulling me against his entire body. He tries to lift my dress up to my waist as he pulls me close. His efforts at being seductive are better suited for a corpse.
“Good morning beach bug,” he coos. His breath is thick with the mead I swiped from my ma’s home run distillery. Several empty bottles lie scattered around us.
I grunt in disgust and push his piggish face away from mine as he tries to plant a wet kiss on my lips. He had been snoring all night and I had not slept a wink, it was more like a stupor. In a huff I push him away and roll into the water.
“I only brought you out here to drink with me, nothing… else,” I gurgle past the dry itch in my throat. I plunge my head underwater to wet my tongue and my throat. Instantly my headache disappears. I fling my head back and submerge the rest of my body under the water.
“You did, but that was not what happened last night,” he says lewdly as he pulls on his trousers and dawns his red coat.