
We mark the Day of the Seafarer, established by the International Maritime Organisation. It honours the men and women who keep international trade moving.
We also honour the ones who wait for them. Especially the scraggly-coated ones who show up day after day.
Every faithful heart keeps watch for their return.
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Port dog
He waits. Waits. Waits.
Sprayed by endless sea salt.
The pier holding steadfast in hope.
He waits.
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It waits.
Rain soaks Its scraggly fur.
The sea, vast and empty.
The ships’ anchors, worn and rusted.
It stays.
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The horn
Breaks the silence.
A ship appears, too small.
Tail wagging , it rushes to greet-
Not docked.
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He comes.
His hands, outstretched.
He kneels with tears of joy.
He walks into the ship once more.
It waits.
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Original story by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
Mirrors of the Mind by Michelle Liew is a collection of psychological and supernatural short stories that explore the quiet unease beneath ordinary moments. These are not tales of spectacle, but of subtle fracture β where memory distorts, silence speaks, and the self is not always singular. In these stories, what is unseen often carries the greatest weight, and what lingers is not what is shown, but what is felt.
