My daughter Lucy halted her frantic toddle along the shore and pointed her tiny, chubby finger toward the water. “I think it’s a mermaid!”
I looked. A blackish form jutted above the surface, blurred by the glare on the waves.
It was only a distant clump of seaweed caught on some driftwood, but she wanted so badly to believe mermaids were real. So I concentrated hard on the floating mass, commanding it to take a human shape. Stretch mind, stretch seaweed. Sculpt a head, a tail. Now two arms.
Then I squeezed Lucy’s hand. “Look honey, she waved at you.”
Jamie Clapperton almost 4 years ago
I'll believe she really made it happen. ☺ Enjoyed.
Frenchie almost 4 years ago
Lovely feeling.
shaun almost 4 years ago
I like to think of the mermaid, floating stationary, save for the swell of the tide, terrified that she might have accidentally revealed her existence to the adult, too.