In the dream, strands of her flaxen hair tickle an entourage of tiny green fish. Joy laughs inside bubbles, before popping to the surface with their gay “Ha!” Swiftly the school turned to dart downward. None saw the sailor cast his greedy net. They didn’t see her turquoise tail thrashing when hauled aboard, plopped down on the ancient oaken deck. How could any of them know, or understand the passion stirring inside him at that moment? He stared, entranced by her pale firm breasts , nipples erect, enticed perhaps by the unfamiliar breeze. If her escort had seen him bend, enchanted by emerald eyes, what could they have done? But down they swam with their scales moving homeward unaware, down somewhere below the flotsam, not seeing the kiss that tightly ensnared the sailor. Quick as a half hitch, he was hers.
Overboard, floating into a world never imagined, her warmth fending off the cold at first frightened the sailor. Her speech was foreign, yet readily understood. “Don’t be afraid,” she said, leading him to her watery kingdom. “Come and tell me of your world.”
He started to speak of his lonesome time at sea, of life of vast expanse over the waves, under stars, but instead he leaned in for another kiss. Entering into the conversation of flesh, time in the seabed of kelp suddenly stopped. They gave themselves to each other. If his gasps for air went unnoticed for the moment, so did their eventual slip into sleep.
Waking, the sailor sighed, looking on the incomparable beauty that lay beside him. The sudden urge of wanting to bind her with a present washed over his being. Having seen pearl oysters in passing, he rose and went to look for them. Swimming past a large majestic bivalve the crushing clamp of life caught him unguarded. Held tight, struggling, he lost her secret for breathing underwater. Panicked, he furiously pulled, violently twisting till a finger severed. Sharks, smelling a meal, swiftly tore the young man apart before he had a chance to break surface. The sea was awash with his chum when the mermaid woke.
"Surely" she thought rising from a rose sandy bottom, “the man was not a dream.” Touching herself, a wrapped excitement set off new felt tremors inside her body. An octopus blushed at the mermaid's innocence. Male sea horses moved closer, comforting her with their presence. Starfish colorfully came creeping up slowly to brush her hair.
The moon rose, high tide came and went and her belly grew. One day, passing the oyster bed, a wizened ancient mollusk presented her with a large pink baroque pearl. Covered by layers of iridescent beauty, deep inside, the finger and wedding ring remained. Caressing the pearl, and humming an ancient lullaby Sirens sing, she placed it carefully on a crib of sea grass, safekeeping her dream forever.
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