Bare feet clinging to black rock, Fritzi wonders if any god will come to her rescue after she leaves the island.
Watching the girl on the basalt shelf saying goodbye amidst salt spray, one of them smiles.
"Not goodbye, little troublemaker." Reaching into the sea, it seizes a wriggling white fish. With a kiss, it is set free again – and goes streaking across the ocean.
A hundred island gods will breathe a sigh of relief when Fritzi steps onto that plane, but this one will close its eyes, and open them again as a white fish speeding towards new land.
Author bio: R.S. Bohn has no family gods to keep her out of trouble, so if any wish to volunteer, she promises lots of tea and windmill cookies.
'Aumakua is part of 101 Fiction issue 6.
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