A Tail of Goodbye

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Goodbyes can be hard...
A short story about about the ending of a not-so-common relationship between a boy and a mermaid. Readers can fill in the rest of the "tail" however they see fit.

Submitted: November 10, 2010

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She sat herself down on the warm afternoon sand, delicately tucking her skirt under her. Her hands moved up to place her glinting ash blond hair behind her ears. Her big, chocolate brown eyes gazed lovingly at the ocean, so calm and tranquil it was like a painting. Her fingers drew blind pictures in the sand; she was too in mesmerized by the view in front of her to pay attention to what they were doing. Squiggles, hearts, stars and letters started to form in the shore around her in no particular pattern. I watched her quietly like a shadow or a gust of ocean breeze, terrified of breaking the silence which seemed to envelope the scene in front of me. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. I approached her, making light footprints on the white powder. I wasn’t being quiet anymore. My pace sped up with every step until I was fast-walking, jogging, running. I stopped abruptly when I found myself directly behind her. I crouched down slowly, my knees smothering many of her little formations. “Are you going to fight it off forever?” I whispered into her ear. She didn’t look up at me. Her movements were reluctant but swift. Before I could react, she was jumping into the ocean. I was up in a flash, but I still couldn’t have caught her. I stared intently at the waves, my shaggy hair dancing in the wind, hoping she’d come back but it was hopeless. She was gone. Who would leave their home of enormous castles of sand and endless magic beneath the ocean foam for this… for me?

I may have been there for hours, my eyes never leaving the ocean in front of me. It may have been only a few moments. I’ve never been good with time. Waiting was useless though, and eventually I found myself making my way slowly up the shore, over the grassy dunes. I only once looked behind me, at the top of one great big hill of sand. I wasn’t expecting to see anything but there she was, gracefully making her way out of the water, her large silver tail dragging behind her. I could see the longing in her large eyes, looking up at me. Anger bubbled up inside of me. She was too late. I turned around and disappeared behind the dune the way she disappeared beneath the waves. Tears formed in my eyes when I thought about all I was leaving behind me. I ran home as fast as I could and locked myself in my room. Who did she think she was, prancing into my life and turning everything upside down? Was I doomed from the moment she saved me? Would I have been better off if she’d let me drown? My mind drifted slowly off to sleep as I remembered that fateful day…


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