And I know now that she not only meant that the thing from the deep had controlled her actions in those days that should have been the happiest of our lives, but also that she knew where she truly came from and where her mother disappeared to for a week nearly nine months before Del was born.
But I try not to think of that too much, though it’s hard not to when the rain begins to fall. Because sometimes the hammering of a storm on my roof sounds like waves rushing up onto a rock-studded beach.
And sometimes it sounds like my name.
Author’s Note
As always, thanks for reading. I hope you had as much fun with this story as I did.
This story was one of the rare ones that came after the title popped into my head. My wife and I were on vacation in Maine, standing on a huge slab of rock, watching the tide come in when I realized I really wanted to write a horror story about the ocean. Now I’ve done it before; in my collection, Midnight Paths, I have a story called Adrift, which is one of my favorite stories of the bunch. But this time I wanted to have a different theme attached to it. The title flew into my head out of nowhere along with a glimpse at the basis of what the plot would be. The theme however was born out of the distance that can come between a couple. I’ve been in, and seen several relationships that slowly failed, the life draining of them for apparently no reason other than individuals growing away from one another instead of closer together. People drift apart and the cause isn’t always apparent. I wanted to capture that essence within the story, hopefully I did so.