The Woman who Sang Lullabies for Whales

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

In the tiny coastal village, which name no one remembers or can’t pronounce
nowadays, where the northern waters were battling with the bristling stones
ashore, lived a woman who sang lullabies for whales.

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When caravans of trade ships and columns of naval fleets flooded the ocean,
whales had hard times to fall asleep. They couldn’t talk to each other and share
vibrations as signals of love and care anymore. They couldn’t find peace amidst
new restless sounds, so they became anxious and sleepless.
There she arrived. The woman who never spoke a word to anyone but wove
fishing nets to sell them for food and wood.
As days grew older and the sun turned weary on the crumpled paper of the sky,
the woman would climb the humpback of the cliff and stand there, salty wind in
her wavy hair. She would sing for hours in the unknown language spacing and
ordering the unknown notes in the unknown chords. The lullabies were
weightless, featherlike, motherly. For the blue whales the songs had to broaden
and deepen as they reached the waters, because those whales were the largest.
For the arctic whales, she had to warm up the tone to increase their body
temperatures after days in the ice. For the fin whales, she had to slow down and
balance their breathing after fast traveling. For the beluga whales she had to go
accurate with intonation patterns to meet their vocalisations.
She was weaving the lullabies for whales throughout the night, as she was
weaving nets for fishermen in the daylight.
Even today, many years after the woman’s gone, one can climb the humpback
of the cliff (watch out: the path is slippery) and after the sunset finishes its
symphony, if lucky, will be able to hear an unknown melody with the unknown
words. And somewhere far across the ocean powerful splashes will calm down.
An ancient creature with a slender grey body and two fins looking more like
wings will fall asleep to dream about peaceful waters, finally undisturbed and
safe.


Submitted: January 29, 2021

© Copyright 2021 Jana Avde. All rights reserved.

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Serge Wlodarski

Every fishing village should have a whale singer. Nice story.

Fri, January 29th, 2021 12:00pm

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Thank you, Serge! That'd be great indeed.

Mon, February 8th, 2021 2:57am

Serge Wlodarski

Every fishing village should have a whale singer. Nice story.

Fri, January 29th, 2021 12:00pm

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