Another Black Shawl

By Matthew Dexter

Shriek

Thick gray mist danced and swirled as
the ocean lashed out at the shore.
Darkened eyes peered into the mist,
searching.

The ocean had turned from a gentle
thing to a raging, savage beast. A
towering breaker crashed on the shore;
dashing hope with each assault.

Screeches and wails were heard above
the blustering wind. Sick feelings filled
those who watched. What chance did
little fishing boats have against the
demons out there?

A young bride could stand no more;
She shrieks and collapsed into the 
sand. Older women in black shawls 
attended to her.