Monday Microburst: Whisper in the Waves
Welcome to Monday Microbursts
Every week, I’ll share a tiny tale from Plymbury—the coastal New England town where all my stories live. These moments are short enough to read over morning coffee or tea, yet just long enough to leave a trace of magic in your day. I hope they become a small ritual you look forward to each Monday.
Whisper in the Waves
Late in summer, Ashlyn tasted the first bite of winter in the air, swallowing the promise of change as the bell above the door chimed. She hesitated at the threshold of the Sea Glass Apothecary, fingers tight around the strap of her tote bag. She watched Ravenna polish a delicate green sea glass pendant, threading a silver chain through its loop before placing it in the display case.
Ashlyn stepped inside. Without warning, she said, “I lost my husband two years ago.”
Ravenna opened the case and placed the pendant in her hand, offering a small, knowing smile of understanding.
Ashlyn pressed the cool glass to her heart, nodded thanks, and ran to the beach as fast as her legs could carry her.
She stood silently at the water’s edge, the pendant glowing faintly against her skin, its light pulsing in time with her racing heartbeat. When the breeze shifted, carrying the waves to the shore, she heard a whisper, soft and certain.
I love you.
Her husband’s voice, carried home on the tide.
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