Through the Shallows

Gingerly he stepped. The water was meant to be shallow around the headland; there were no rumours of dips or trenches. He worried though about brushing a jelly fish or stepping on the dreaded Weaver.

He felt tickles as tiny shrimps collided with his ankles. Uneventfully though, he rounded the rocks, heading to the sandy cove.

Imagine his surprise when he saw a glamorous mermaid of minute proportions on the beach posing for a photographer.

“Why, you’re much smaller a mermaid than I expected” he said.

“I’m just a model”, she replied, swishing her tail. “It’s a difference of scale.”