The Siren and the Sailor
‘I’m sorry but aren’t you supposed to be beautiful?’ The sailor asked the siren.
The ship was now in splinters atop the siren’s nest and the crew had been digested.
‘What?’ She snapped ‘I am perfection.’
The sailor shrugged, I’m not so sure.’
The siren slumped on the squishy blood sopped deck.
‘Is it my nose? It’s my nose isn’t it?’
‘Oh no, your nose is fine.’
‘You think I’m not perfect?’ She was confounded.
‘Darling, you’re average at best.’ He grinned.
She found she liked this funny sailor. Her appetite now somewhat diminished, she wouldn’t eat him just yet.
6 comments add one below
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Jim M almost 10 years ago
Vanity at the core of the siren myth is a cutting insight and so well (and aptly, given the state of modern media and self image) applied in such a contemporary style
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Jim M almost 10 years ago
Really literary drabble. Cannot wait to read more of your work... Mind - blown
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Jess Cowburn almost 10 years ago
Thank you so much guys, wasn't expecting this response :)
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Rodindeadpan almost 10 years ago
Good drabble and welcome Jess
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D.M. almost 10 years ago
The nose is always the first thought! 'Bet her hair was perfectly wind-blown.
'Loved the dialogue. -
Iarwain Olofsson over 8 years ago
Lovely one.
I could imagine the siren.
Like it.