Ocean Drabbles – Antonia Rachel Ward

The Chambers of the Sea

Our cavernous rooms are walled with sharp stone, crusted with molluscs. We sit weaving our stories, amongst seaweed wreathes that

“Never venture too far into the water,” my Grandmother used to warn me. “Apotamkin waits for you.”I never believed the

We ran down to the water’s edge, laughing, hand in hand. Night swimming. It was your idea; I took some

I swam as far from the beach as I dared. The ocean was drenched in sunlight. I floated adrift, feeling

The dark ocean washes over my feet, foam curling around my toes. This sea took all my dreams; engulfed them