The mermaid

“The Little Mermaid,” sculpture by Evard Eriksen

“The Little Mermaid,” sculpture by Evard Eriksen. Photo courtesy of John Nyberg

Her powerful tail pounded in the water as she raced after the trawler, speeding through the icy blue as fast and slick as the flying fish of the southern oceans.  Silje knew that the sun was rising now, could see the grey light of the dawn glimmering through the surface of the waves above.  She didn’t care.  She wanted to see him one last time.

Just an achingly short time ago, she had heard his voice and been intrigued by it as it reverberated around the water beneath the boat.  Silje had swum to the surface to look at him, but then she heard the men shouting something like “siren!!” and they had sped away…

She pushed herself upwards, broke through the water and into the air, swam quickly over to a nearby boulder.  Hauling herself onto the rock, her tail slapping wetly on its hard, rough form, she perched herself at its centre and looked out over the bay to watch him running down the pier away from his boat…towards her.

Silje’s eyes widened as he approached.  He was slowing down, breathing hard, and a smile formed on her lips; could it be that he would stop for her?  She watched as he stopped, bent over, hands on his knees as his shoulders heaved up and down… then saw his head snap up suddenly, his eyes grew large; she held her breath and clutched her hands over her chest…and he ran again! Ran away from her, ran away into the darkness of the night.

She did not turn her head as he ran past her, as her heart broke, but remained staring out and where he had stopped just before, stunned into immobility as the yellow light of the red sun rose above the edge of the blue-grey waters of the sea…

…and turned her to stone.

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About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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