Old mermaids, seaweed in their long gray locks, gossip on rocky shores, wavery siren songs floating on turquoise swells.
They tell stories of men who deceived them, of shipwrecks and salvation. No regrets for their vengeful deeds. Tenderness for the lovely boys they swam to shore. Those were the days!
Susan Ritz lives and writes in East Montpelier, Vermont. Her thriller, A Dream to Die For was published by She Writes Press in 2019.
love this alternative perspective-it made ne smile!
Joanna, ‘Those were the days!’ is the line that flips the piece for me, because it comes right after ‘No regrets for their vengeful deeds.’ Read one way it’s nostalgia for the wrecks. Read the other, it’s nostalgia for the tenderness, the lovely boys they swam to shore. Two words, two different old women. Which one do you hear singing?
Fantastic! Love the image of the old mermaids gossiping.