He loved it.
The textures and striations of the rocky outlet glistened in the sun. The little cottage at the peak overlooked a kaleidoscopic green blue sea. That it was available so cheap was the clincher. If local superstitions of the land being possessed by a sea god worked to his advantage, then he wasn’t complaining.
It was the day of the neap tide that he felt the ground rock. Earthquake was his first reaction, as he rushed out of his cottage towards mainland, only to freeze in his tracks. All around was only the great blue sea.
He, it appeared, was atop the giant turtle sea god.
In response to Bikurgurl’s 100 Words Wednesday: Week 24 challenge based on photo by Geran de Klerk
Leaking Ink 
I hope the the Sea God doesn’t dive..Nice tale.
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O I hope not 😀
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What a tale! I didn’t expect that he’d be left — abandoned — left to his own devices. I love the images your story provided me. I originally thought of present day, but then thought of what James said in his comment and thought — it could really be in any time! Lovely 🙂 Thank you so much for joining us again this week!
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My pleasure entirely. My first impulse on seeing the pic was ‘giant turtle’ and I went with it 😆
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I love that!!! I didn’t see the turtle, but now can’t see anything else 😉 Wonderfully woven tale🌟
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Many aboriginal cultures and oral traditions speak of the world as being on the back of a turtle; you captured that essence in a timeless tale.
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Really? Wow. I’m going to have to read this up. Thank you for sharing.
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