Fjordur #18 (Patreon)

"Don't forget," the old woman says, handing me keys to my dream house with its sea view.

I laugh, dismissing her superstitious nonsense.

There's no car access. Humping furniture down the narrow coastal path to the cottage is hard work. And my friends - initially excited by my purchase - are all suddenly very busy.

I urinate into the salty waters below before collapsing into a deep sleep.

The sound of splintering wood wakes me.

Furious waves froth with anger and churn with rage.

Outside, a seagull crackles like an old woman as the livid green ocean smashes through the front door.

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