Jane Jago’s Drabbles – Four Hundred and Sixty-One

The phosphorescent sea was so beautiful, even by day, that it defied description, but, when twilight fell, the oceanic sheen also stained the darkening sky with fingers of pulsating light. It was such a sight as to bring even strong men to  tears.

Every day the sea performed her magic, and the extent of her glory grew a little with each dawn. 

People began to swim in the liquid light, coming out of the waves with the wide eyes of children and a glow that looked as if it came from within.

Nobody remembers when the first swimmer grew gills… 

©️jj 2020

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