By Jim Byrnes
I watched her from across the room, marveling at the improbability of our relationship. It was hard to believe she was a mermaid when I found her, years ago, washed up on a deserted beach, more dead than alive.
I brought her home and began nursing her back to health. Many weeks later, she was much better, and I was madly in love, and bold enough to steal an innocent kiss. As our lips touched, she took human form.
We’ve been happily married now for forty-one wonderful years, but I’m still always surprised by the slightly fishy smell when we embrace.
Nice, compact, to the point. 42 years is a longtime to be together.
“Fishy smell”; surprisingly, wonderful touch. Not being much into mermaids, do all of them come with fin-tails?
Apparently the transforming kiss got rid of everything fishy, except the smell. Very interesting twist on Prince Charming.