The Sea Maidens
The idea for this came to me while I was on vacation in Florida. I was sitting on the beach as the sun set over the horizon, the water flowing in and out around me as I sat just close enough to feel the tide but not far enough out that I was at risk of a shark encounter (some fishermen down the beach had told us they were catching them on the surface of the water). I hope you all enjoy it, I think it’s the first original short story I’ve posted to this blog.
Once, long ago, before fire was taken from the gods and given to man, there lived a woman named Joreið. She and her village resided by the sea, thriving on the fish and the mild temperatures. Every day, the young women would venture down to the waves with baskets to collect tiny shelled creatures. The men would ride in their boats with their nets and their hooks to bring in fish of all sizes.
The young woman and her closest friend, Vár, shared a house at the edge of the beach. It was closer to the ocean than any of the other houses of the village, for the two friends were looked down upon by the others. They were women that had been born into the bodies of men, and the other villagers, being afraid of all that is “abnormal” (as many people still are), had all but shut them out. Children were kept from speaking to them, and grown men and women averted their gazes and muttered insults under their breath.