The mermaid...

He first saw her on the desolate beach, among the dirty rocks, a beautiful Madonna in distress. She was sobbing quietly, her face in her hands, the fine rain mixed with her tears. He hesitated, feeling loathe to intrude in her grief. He was turning reluctantly when she called out to him:
''Please handsome stranger, will you help me to the sea? I can't stay here, I'll die.'
A great happiness entered his heart. He took her in his arms and when she started singing with her golden voice, he couldn't let go of her.
He was never seen again.