“Right on all counts but one. I didn’t leave him… he died.”
The red wine drips off the detective’s still-smirking face in the dead-silence of the restaurant and she glances at John, his gentle nod all the incentive she needs to quietly excuse herself. Patrons stare at her as she walks to…
like icarus flew ever higher she plunges ever lower, her insatiable curiousity and love for the black deeps filling her. baring her razor fangs she moves towards a pulsing black, breaking through the water like sunrays and sapping the heat from the ocean. she reaches the bottom of this seabed and the pulsing black ripples along her, filling cracks and crevices in her scales and staining her skin. she is a mermaid and she will tame this mighty dark. wield it and use it and take the land dwellers by storm.
mermaids
She does not see the darkness.
It’s cold out – biting cold and the palm trees make eerie shadows against the night sky. The North Star shines bright.
The suburban street is quiet. No cars pass. No people. The smell of garlic wafts from one of the houses – someone’s making dinner. The…
