A Soft Cry: Jezebel

"Can you not see it?" she asks, clutching his arm. Her dress dances around her feet, whipping with the salty sea air and dampening.

"I can, indeed," he replies, resting a rough palm on top of her delicate one. "Sailors say 'tis the mermaids."

"Mermaids?" she says, surprised. She watches the slim, aqua tail coil itself beneath the rough waves. "How do you know?"

"Most say 'tis a soft lullaby from their wet lips. Others say 'tis a shine in their scales. Not many see them - not many believe in them, either."

She watches the artful movement under the water. "But I do."

The End

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