Siren Song

Siren Song is edited and formatted! Working on the blurb now. 

Siren Song to the Editor

Siren Song is off to the editor! In celebration here is a small scene from it. 

“They think you’re a ghost.” 

“Maybe I am,” she said as she tucked her hair behind her ear. 

When the wind caught another piece, he grabbed it and twirled it around his finger. “I can’t touch a ghost. I haven’t seen hair this red in forever.” 

“My mother had the same color,” she said. “At least that’s what I’m told.” 

“You don’t know?” he asked. 

Sadness entered her green eyes at his question. The color reminded him of the leaves on the trees. They were bright and reflected her thoughts or at least the thoughts she wanted him to see. 

“I never met my mother. She died when I was born,” she said as she looked away from him. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I never knew my parents. My mother left me on the steps of a church. She attached a note telling me she was sorry, but she couldn’t be a mother. At least she named me.” 

“Destan, right?” she asked. 

“You remembered,” he said as he smiled. 

“It wasn’t hard,” she said as she smiled. “Destan means ‘by the still waters’. Your mother must’ve loved the sea.” 

“Or it’s the only name she could think of,” he said. 

“It has meaning,” she said. 

“You know, I haven’t asked your name,” he said as he twirled her hair between his fingers. 

“I thought I was the Red Maiden,” she said. 

He laughed. “Okay Red Maiden, what was your name before you started haunting the shores?” 

“Maybe it’s a secret,” she said. “If I tell you, I might disappear.” 

“Fair maiden, I wouldn’t let you disappear,” he said as he moved closer to her. 

She stared at him for several moments. 

“My name’s not important,” she said as she shook her head. 

“Everyone’s name is important,” he said as he released her hair.