Little Mermaid
Author's Note:
The title says it
well, but have you checked under the waves for other parts of this popular tale.
Don't believe what you may read all the time.
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Under the ocean,
there are thousands of creatures that we do not know about, and this is one of
them them. They are all wonderful creations in this world with their own
identities like us as a man. This is the story of one of them; the last
mermaid.
So our story
began.
‘Yo crazy, girl.
You are a mermaid and now you want to tell me you wanna be a human. I meant you
are half-human and fish, and that makes you a mermaid by definition. So why
would you want to choose to be one of the other when you can be one’, spoken
like a true fish; she is a Tinselfish; found at 1,000 meters deep in the ocean
and rarely caught by the man. Her name is Gram, and she works as anchor news
for the station.
‘But Gram, I am in
mixed emotions. I am born a mermaid, and I had then friends with mermaids and
fishes. Over the years, I find the mermaids are dwindling and now I am the
last. But you fishes are still around, and okay, you lost some tribes, but as a
whole nation, you are still around. And so are the humans, as the undercurrents
tell me they are seen at this depth too. As for me, I am in in-between and belong
to no nation of human or fish’, sigh the last mermaid named Jessie, whose size
is of the size of the human’s palm, and her tail well covered with gleaming
green fins. As for her upper body, she is a well developed young lady.
‘I been up the
ocean and spied on the human. I saw one of those wooden crates, but this one is
smaller than the one which we have on the seabed. On it was my sight of a
human, and I thinketh he is a man as his chest is flat and has ugly hairs on
it. I watched for a long time and the things he does. Some of it is disgusting
but I think I am in love with him’, Jessie is always a ‘dreamboat’ in her days,
probably due to the deep pressure here.
‘Yo in love?
Jessie, you are out of your fins on this one’, exclaimed Gram as she swirled the
currents to make she is listening well. At this depth, the plankton does get
into your ears.
‘I think I am, and
I am a grown mermaid, and can make my mind. I will see Mama Oct for advice. I
hear she does this transformation for some mermaids, and they lived on as humans.’
Jessie is one messed up broad for sure.
‘Mama Oct? You are
crazy for sure. She is bad vibes. The wiser used to said to avoid her.’ Gram
was trying to swim sense into her friend, but Jessie was on her way to the
darker depths. Now Gram was not able to let her friend go alone, so she
followed with her prayers bubbles in the lungs.
‘Mermaid, your
wish can be done, but let me warn you, there are conditions for the
transformation. One, you will not be able to swim with the fishes. Two, you will
be a dumb broad as we had not got that part right yet. Two plus, we could
compensate with some silicone or plastics; plenty around from the dumping. Or
you can look at the next package; we make you into a fish. And there are no
terms and conditions to adhere to, except you lose your human looks. We do not
offer silicone for fish though, it's too bulky. Your call, darling, and bubble
me when you are ready. Now that will be three pearls for the initial
consultation.’ So Jessie and Gram went to the counseling cave for some last
minutes review of actions. And finally, Jessie emerged from the cave to bubble
up Mama Oct.
One evening, a
young lady of the small statute in body size was seen at the jetty waiting for
her lover in the boat. There he arrived, and out he jumped onto her and kissed
her passionately. He held out in his hand, a fishbowl with a Tinselfish in it.
‘I think you
needed a companion’ he said to her, and she nodded as she was dumb. They both
walked back to their house by the beach and carrying the fishbowl with the
Tinselfish. Unknown to them, there was another Tinselfish which swam away
beneath the jetty to be in time for her slot on the late news,
This was her
report.
'Today, we have
another friend lost at sea. Her name is Gram, and she is of the Tinselfish
Tribe. We bid her all the best and thank her for the service she rendered on
this channel. I am your new anchor fish, Jessie; signing off for the station’
We will now listen to this song to say our wishes to Gram'.
'You are not alone.......'
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