“Your name is Whale?”
“No. They call me Whale.”
Whale smiled. She loved the look on people’s faces when she told them that. They would always hesitate, their eyes running over her body, making note that she wasn’t a particularly large person. They would open their mouth as if to say something then close it fast, thinking better of it.
Then she’d walk out toward the rising tide, lift her hands up to the setting sun, and fall into the salty bliss that was her home. She was free to swim again in her true form, Whale.
Written for Warmup Wednesday!
This week’s Warmup Wednesday challenge: make the first and last words of your story “whale.”