Short Story: The Selkie’s Gift – by Lara Lee
“She wasn’t one of them, you know,” said the ancient man sitting on the coastal rocks above me.
I had come to the beach to take photographs of the sunset and the seals for my college class. The 35mm camera in my hand had been my grandfather’s before all the digital features became standard.
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