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The Sea Cult

The Sea Cult by Seb Reilly

Joyce is stood by the sea’s edge, holding her hands aloft in anticipation. For the first time in a long while I am unsure of what I’ve let myself in for. It’s five o’clock on a cold morning. Even the dog walkers aren’t out yet. Despite the wind the sea seems calm, with low white waves gently churning the green-blue water beneath the paling grey cloud-covered sky. Further along the beach a few photographers are gathered, perhaps also a cult dedicated to daily worship. Like Joyce, they are waiting for the sunrise. The difference is she looks for signs from the sea.

‘Here it comes,’ Joyce says quietly to me. ‘Watch the water.’

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