By Eliot Gilbert
Sitting on a craggy stone, Triteia fingered the ridges of a clam shell, pondering the other life in her grandfather’s sea. “Why wasn’t I born an angel fish?” She pouted, “Or a leviathan or seahorse or a sea snake…”
She skipped the clam across the lapping waves, eight — almost nine — times in all, and with her gaze, followed the descent of the creature back to its home.
“I should get home soon to father” Triteia sighed. She caressed her human half; her stomach, arms, neck, chest, and cursed it all.
“Anything besides this abomination.”
She looked towards her lower half, weeping.
Nice use of words
Love it!
I think this writer is on a good path as he’s shown he’s able to enter completely into the mindset of a pouty mermaid. In addition to that, he’s provided a backdrop of Greek mythology, giving depth to a story that might otherwise have merely evoked cartoon images.
:O This is excellent
I’ve always been fond of mermaids and their tales. This is a great example of a sneak peek of the mind of a mermaid. Great writing.