She hadn’t seen him in ten years, but that didn’t stop her annual walk down to the front on the twenty-ninth of every September in the hope that he might appear in the surf. His last words had been haunting: “I could drown in your eyes.” Then they had kissed with passion, ignoring the passers-by who watched them with a strange mix of revulsion and envy. He had removed his clothes and walked into the water, and her tears had flowed. In the last decade she’d taken other lovers, but nothing had ever come close to her beautiful, twisted Merman… 
Sparkline : Fiction in a 100 words (c) Rich Wilson 2012

She hadn’t seen him in ten years, but that didn’t stop her annual walk down to the front on the twenty-ninth of every September in the hope that he might appear in the surf. His last words had been haunting: “I could drown in your eyes.” Then they had kissed with passion, ignoring the passers-by who watched them with a strange mix of revulsion and envy. He had removed his clothes and walked into the water, and her tears had flowed. In the last decade she’d taken other lovers, but nothing had ever come close to her beautiful, twisted Merman… 

Sparkline : Fiction in a 100 words (c) Rich Wilson 2012
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