(So Fridays have sort of evolved into a free for all on this blog. I pretty much just write whatever for Friday's if I write at all... I've been a short story writing kick so I've decided to put one on here. It's the first one I wrote that has no connection to my Tales of the Lonely world that I've created so give it lots of grace. Also no one checked my grammar so... please give the grammar lots of grace too because despite being a writer I suck big time at grammar (especially commas). But I was inspired by Mariella Hunt's blog where she puts her short stories on there and I want to give it a try so I hope you guys like it!)
The Haunted Mermaid
The Haunted Mermaid
Sometimes
if you sit on the beach long enough and wait until the moon is at its peak you
can hear the sorrowful keen of a mermaid.
There
are some stories that will tell you mermaids are frivolous, vane things. They
sit on rocks all day and comb their hair and sing, preening tails.
Others
will spin tales of murderous and vengeful goddesses of the sea. Beautiful in outward
appearance but blood thirsty in nature. They cull ships of their sailors,
summon storms, and dance with sharks.
But
none of those stories are true. Not a single one. There are mermaids who are
vane and careless and there are those who seek revenge and death. But most
mermaids are sorrowful and faded. They grieve because they have only their
sisters for company. Mermaids love their sisters. Love them more than the moon,
more than a perfect melody, but sometimes sisters aren’t enough. They wail at
the night sky because they have no one to hold them with strong arms or to kiss
them goodnight or tell them how much they are loved.
Mermaids
have sisters but they do not have lovers.
All
except for the one who haunts Coral Beach. This particular mermaid was the most
beautiful of all her sisters. Her laugh filled hearts with joy. Her eyes never
ceased to dance with life. The mermaid of Coral Beach would spend all day
tending to her coral garden, exploring ship wrecks and playing with dolphins.
When the moon came up she would spend all night singing enchanting songs that
some could hear on the shore if they were quiet enough. She would sit upon
Mermaid Rock and brush her hair and close her eyes, her head tipped back toward
the sky and let her grief and delights poor out through her voice.
At
one point she had been as lonely and loveless as her sisters. Until one fated
night when a brave young man ventured across the sharp rocks off the shore. Her
voice had enraptured him. At first his presence had scared her and she’d darted
into the water. But then he came back the next night and the night after that,
and the night after that. And so did she. She knew not why she felt so drawn to
him but she couldn’t resist the pull to see him every night. He would sit on a
rock adjacent to hers and she would sing just for him.
This
brave young man would bring her gifts of seashells and vibrant cloths from the
shore and in return she would sing for him time and time again until they were
inseparable. Until their hearts became one and the Coral Beach mermaid could
not remember a time without him. She had found love, a rare gift none of her
other sisters had.
And
for a time the Coral Beach mermaid and her lover were happy together. She sang
and he told her stories. She would tell him of her life under the sea and he
would kiss her palms, her forehead and her mouth. They thought of each other
night and day and despite the impossibility of their love they didn’t care.
They were content with what little time they got to have with each other.
One
night though as the two lovers shared a moment on their rocks (that side of the
beach had been dubbed Lover’s Shore where the young and old couples alike often
spent time together) one of the Coral Beach mermaid’s sisters followed her. The
sister became jealous of the love her sister had found and plotted to thwart
it, for if the rest of them couldn’t find love than none of them could.
Oblivious,
the Coral Beach mermaid and her lover spent the rest of the night together,
singing, talking and kissing until the sun rose and they separated. The sun
came and went and soon the mermaid’s lover returned to the rock, early this
time and equipped with a ring in his pocket. He was ready to throw caution to
the sea salty wind and spend the rest of his life with his beautiful,
enchanting mermaid. He would buy a boat and live out at sea where he and his
mermaid could never be separated. But when he got there the Coral Beach
mermaid’s sister waited for him and lured him toward her with a bewitching
song.
The
lover could not resist. He sank down into the depths of the sea. The witchy
mermaid took her face in her hands crooning to him. His heart, his mind, his
very soul swelled with her song as his lungs filled with water. The last
thought he had before the water overtook him was how much the voice sounded
like his lover.
The
Coral Beach mermaid got there in time to watch the last bit of life fade from
her lover’s eyes. Some say they could hear her scream from across town. Her wicked
and jealous sister swam away, never to be seen again, leaving the Coral Beach
mermaid to grieve over the loss of her love. She found the ring in her lover’s
pocket and she still wears it on her finger to this day. Made of pearl with a
simple silver band. As stunning and simple as her. Her kinder sisters helped
her grieve, gave her comfort and space and time to heal but she never did.
After she laid him down on the beach, blessing him with one last tear soaked
song the mermaid disappeared and never returned to the shore.
Instead
locals say she sits on Mermaid Rock, far enough from the shore to not be seen
but close enough to be heard. She comes every full moon, sometimes keening for
her lost love and sometimes singing of grief and vengeful sisters.
If you arrive at Coral Beach on a full moon night and if you are very still,
and very quiet, and your heart is in just the right place you can hear her haunting melodies and maybe even catch a glimpse of a glimmering tail or flick of silken blue hair.
(Hope you all have a great weekend!)
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