Dearest Papa,
It is a scary thing, this sea monster, with scary people that stare at me when they hear my voice. Even those who cannot speak our language notice my stuttering. But really, it is a minor flaw, no different than a flower missing a petal. I keep my hand glued to Mama's, and my lips glued together.
The ocean swirls in my eyes; a deep, lovely sapphire blue that swirls around and around. I have been glued to the bed, with sweaty, clammy hands and an awfully pale complexion. I can still hear your voice, soothing me until I fell upon a cloud of dreams. "W-where are y-y-you P-papa?"
When I write, no one can hear me stutter.
-Marta
YOU ARE READING
Sail Away
Historical Fiction"You have to beat the words, Marta, beat the stuttering. Learn to speak, to let your voice be heard." After her father's death, all Marta wants to do is hide. Hide from her stuttering. Hide from the world outside her home. Hide from her family who s...
