Another Lost Mermaid

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Six year old Kristen visits the beach with her father on the one year anniversary of her mother's death.

Submitted: June 05, 2012

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Submitted: June 05, 2012



You stand with your arms spread wide as the cold wind blows through you, the sky a wispy white and the ocean a steely grey. It's loud, beating against your ears. The cold water sprays on your face and your hair flies behind you, and you're a mermaid in a vast, vast sea.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath of the cool winter air. It's salty and wet, nothing at all like the air at home. You imagine your feet as flippers and your legs covered in shiny colored scales. You see yourself running and diving cleanly into the water. You befriend fish and dolphins and seals and find a whole new family of mermaids. Maybe there's even a friendly merprince with untidy black hair and sweet brown eyes.

The wind whistles and you open your eyes, squinting slightly. You wouldn't even come back up for air until it was time to go home. You turn around and your brown hair flies in front of your face. You push it back with a small hand and search the shore.

You finally spot him sitting on a big rock a good distance away, keeping a watch on you. You ball your hands into fists and run to him as fast as you can through the wet sand.

You reach the rock and climb up onto it. It's freezing against your hands, but he reaches for you and pulls you up the rest of the way.

"Hi, Daddy," you say as he sets you down safely beside him.

He smiles at you. "Hey, Krissy," he says. He kisses you on the head and pulls you against him. Your jackets makes a swishy sound against his old brown one as you lean your head against his side and look out at the ocean with him. He wraps his arm firmly around your small frame and you snuggle closer.

After several moments of silence and watching the sea, you look up at him. The smile has slipped off of his face and his eyes stare at the ocean but you don't think he's really looking at anything. You look back at the water, thinking of being a mermaid again.

"Krissy," he says after a little while, interrupting your thoughts of an adventure with a sea turtle. You look up at him. He still stares out at the ocean. "Do you remember the last time you came here?"

You think hard, but you don't know. You know you've been to the beach before, though. "I think so," you say. He looks down at you.

"You do?" he says, raising his eyebrows. "With…with Mummy?"

You don't know. She's been gone awhile. Your dad is still watching you. "Maybe," you say.

"It's alright if you don't," he says, squeezing your shoulders gently. "It was a long time ago."

"How long?" you ask.

He looks back at the ocean. "Two years ago," he says. "When you were four." You were four a very long time ago, you think to yourself. "You swam," your dad adds.

"In the cold?" you say. You look out at the icy waves.

"No, no," he says, smiling slightly. "It was summer."

"Was it fun?" you ask, liking the idea of being able to swim in the ocean, like an actual mermaid.

"Yeah, you liked it," he says. He's quiet for a moment, then adds, "Mummy liked it, too."

"Did you?" you ask.

"Mmhmm," he nods. "But you and Mummy liked it best. She swam around with you the whole day. I never knew how much she liked the ocean. She'd never been very many times, though. She even swam out so far I was afraid she wasn't going to come back."

"But she did," you say, looking up at him.

"Mmhmm," he murmurs again. "She did." He looks at the ocean with a distant, sad look in his eyes. You scoot closer against him.

"Can we go in the summer again, Daddy?" you ask him.

"Sure, lovey," he says. He looks back down at you and kisses the top of your head again. "Whenever you want."

You want to be a mermaid. "I want to swim now."

He chuckles slightly. "Next time, when it's July, not January."

"Then why did we come, if it's January and we can't swim?" you ask.

"Just…" he starts, and looks away from you. "Just so we could remember Mummy, that's all."

You feel sad. You feel very, very sad and you don't like it at all. You stare out of the waves and imagine your mum floating in them, another lost mermaid, waiting for you to find her.

"It's a long time until July, Daddy," you say.

He leans down and kisses your head again, hiding his face in your hair for a moment. He finally pulls away. "I know, Krissy," he says gently, looking back out at the waves. "I know."

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