From the Canadian side comes the wind. The sustained wind buffets the Ohio shore of Lake Erie, and we can hear the roar of the waves from a block away. The longer the wind blows, the louder the “Wildcat’s” roar. The lake is aptly named for the native American word for wildcat.
This winter the snow came as well as the northern wind, blowing wave after wave of water over the quarried slate blocks, which protect the beach. With dropping temperatures, the water begins to freeze, though, coating the blocks, forming a lacy, layered ice sculpture of sea mist.
Nancy Brady, 2019
This week’s prompt over at Carrot Ranch was sea mist. In 99 words (no more, no less), this is my entry. Technically, the Great Lakes are an arm of the sea, that is, the Atlantic Ocean so sea mist is possible. For more 99-word flash fictions, see all the entries at https://carrotranch.com