WAITING FOR THE TIDE | Eric Schultheiss

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WAITING FOR THE TIDE (Elara's Story)
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On the rugged cliffs of a remote coastal village, a young woman named Elara could often be seen gazing out at the sea. The villagers would whisper about her, speculating that she was mourning a lost love, perhaps a sailor taken by the unforgiving ocean. Her delicate features, framed by wild, wind-swept hair, seemed etched with sorrow as she stood day after day, eyes fixed on the horizon.

The villagers, seeing her sorrowful vigil, assumed she was longing for the return of her husband, unaware of the darkness that awaited her within the walls of their home. They would offer her comforting words, saying, “Don’t worry, Elara, Darius will return to you soon,” or “The sea can be cruel, but it will bring him back safely.” Elara would nod silently, tears gathering in her eyes, but the truth was far from what they imagined.

Elara’s story was well-known among the townsfolk. She had married a fisherman named Darius, a man whose charm and good looks had captivated her when they first met. But soon after the wedding, his true nature had emerged. Darius was cruel and violent, his temper like the storms that often raged over the sea. He would disappear for days on his fishing trips, only to return with fury in his heart and fists that followed. The bruises on Elara's skin were hidden beneath long sleeves and high collars, but her spirit bore the heaviest scars.

Each day Elara stood on the cliff, she wasn’t hoping for Darius's return. She was praying for the sea to keep him. The idea of his ship never returning, of the ocean claiming him as it had so many others, was the only thought that brought her a flicker of peace. She imagined the waves pulling him under, silencing his rage forever. Yet, she was trapped in a cycle of dread, knowing that if he did return, her suffering would begin anew.

One fateful evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the sky blazed with fiery reds and oranges, a ship appeared in the distance. Elara’s heart clenched in her chest as she recognized the familiar sails. It was Darius's vessel, returning from the sea. The villagers, seeing the ship, cheered and hurried down to the shore, but Elara remained on the cliff, frozen in place.

As the ship drew closer, she saw that it was damaged, the mast splintered and the sails torn. A sudden storm had ravaged the vessel, leaving it barely afloat. But to Elara’s horror, she saw Darius on the deck, alive and shouting orders to his crew. He was coming back.

Tears streamed down Elara’s face, not from relief, but from despair. Her silent prayers had gone unanswered. She could already feel the weight of the chains tightening around her, the suffocating fear returning with each step he would take toward their home.

But then, as if in response to her unspoken wishes, the sea churned violently beneath the ship. A monstrous wave rose up, towering over the vessel before crashing down with a force that splintered wood and swallowed men whole. In an instant, the ship was gone, dragged into the abyss by the unforgiving sea.

The villagers gasped in horror, some falling to their knees, while others cried out in disbelief. But Elara remained still, her tears drying in the salty breeze. Her heart, once heavy with dread, now felt light. She turned away from the sea, the burden lifted from her soul.

As the villagers mourned the loss of Darius and his crew, Elara walked back to her small cottage. For the first time in years, she felt a sense of freedom, the shackles of fear finally broken. The sea had taken what it had once returned, and in its wake, it had given her the greatest gift she could have asked for: a life free from Darius, a future she could shape with her own hands.

And so, the woman who once mournfully stared out to sea now looked toward the horizon with quiet hope, no longer bound by the shadows of her past.


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