[A short story, exclusive to this website. Illustration by Amelia Onorato.] The Selkie and the Man

By Luanne Rice

I knew right from the beginning that I would kill for him. A life for a life; the one he had saved was mine. Gray-green waves curling into themselves, wind blowing the tops off, trails of dirty foam across the sea. He saw me struggling, perhaps even heard the crunch of my bones. I know he saw the blood.