Wondering

Ciaran hunched his shoulders defensively. “I dunno. I was just...wondering.”

“Well, stop it,” Eoghan said gruffly. He plunked his bowl down on the hearthstone near Ciaran’s knee. “Do the washing up before you turn in.”

“Aye,” Ciaran said. He watched his father settle onto his pallet of bracken, then finished his share of stew. He wandered down to the well to draw water for washing up. While he was dawdling with the rope, he looked up, and he saw someone down on the seashore. A giant blue swell was about to crash down, drag the person out to sea.