Julia got closer. The man called Sealey was talking to Gaia, with large gestures of his open hands. His eyes were bright and his voice deep.
When she sang, with her broken, raspy voice, everyone sang along and the building trembled. She laughed and cried that night and disappeared on a boat and was never seen again on the island.
helobiae 
I loved your prose it immediately pulled me in wanting a more, and thats not always a bad thing. What’s next? I guess Im going to have to start from the beginning you got me.
Distance
Thank you!