“Ooh, the mouth on you—”
Alex jumped around and almost fell
off the pontoon. A young woman looked up from the water, laughing as she waved
her arms in slow circles in front of her.
She continued in a laughing tone, “I
thought people weren’t supposed to use bad words like that. Those are
bad words, aren’t they? I’ve heard them before—”
“Who are you? Where’s your craft?”
Alex interrupted, looking around the empty expanse of ocean that had held him
captive since the storm took out their engine.
She looked puzzled, then laughed
again. “Oh, I came all by myself. But I can help you, if you want me to.” She
suddenly looked serious. Alex frowned down at her.
“What are you talking about? How
did you get out here?”
She laughed once more and splashed
water up at him. “I swam, silly. How else would I get way out here?” With that,
she dove under and slapped her tail on the surface before disappearing.
Alex blinked, wiped his eyes, and started
on his litany of curses again. He must be losing his mind. Sunstroke, no doubt.
Hallucinating was a very bad sign.
He reached in the back storage for
a bottle of water and a pack of crackers. At least they had always travelled
well stocked for customers. Even though this was supposed to be just a quick
evening run to the far islands and back, they’d had food and water and
emergency supplies. Not that any of it had been enough to save Bryan. Alex sat
on the pontoon and looked out over the ocean.
Where had the girl come from? Why
was she wearing a mermaid’s tail out here? They were crazy popular these days.
He was getting used to seeing mermaids in the pools of all the resort hotels
when they flew over. Cathy had tried
one, custom made with her favorite colors, shades of red and blue and gold, but
she couldn’t get the knack of the undulating motion it needed to move through
the water. Then she tried to tread water and panicked until the lifeguard
jumped in and hauled her out of the pool.
Okay, so either he was hallucinating,
or this was a rich girl’s idea of a joke. Either way, she wasn’t proving much
help to him, so he needed to figure out his next steps. The lightning strike
took out the engine and electrical system, including the communications. He
didn’t have a cell, and he hadn’t thought to look for Bryan’s before he—
“I’m sorry about your friend,” the
girl’s voice sounded from behind him.
Alex tried not to show how
startled he was. He slowly looked around and took a sip of water. “My friend,”
he asked. Bryan.
“I saw you put him in the water. I
followed him down and kept the sharks away. He’s resting now. I thought you’d
like that.”
Alex stared at her,
uncomprehending. The water had to be over 4000 meters deep. What was she
talking about? He shook his head. She was obviously nuts. He couldn’t get
caught up in her fantasy.
“Look, what’s your name? I’m Alex.”
He squatted down to get closer to her. She swam toward him, stopping a few feet
away to tread water. He looked past the surface and saw her green-hued tail
waving forward and back in a steady motion.
“Hi Alex. I’m Daria.”
“Daria, you’re really good at
that,” Alex said, hoping to win her over. “Now, I need some help. My plane is
dead in the water, and so is the radio. Do you have a radio or phone I can
borrow? How did you get out here? Where’s your boat?”
Daria frowned. “I already told
you, I swam. You don’t believe me.” She looked like she might dive away again.
Alex reached out his hand,
pleading, “Daria, please don’t go. My best friend…died…two days ago. I don’t
want to die out here, too. This isn’t a game to me. Can you help me?”
Daria backed away for a moment,
then swam closer. She looked up at him seriously. “I know it’s not a game,
Alex. I can help you, if you want me to.” She tilted forward, and Alex’s eye
was caught by her tail. It stretched behind her, and the tail flukes furled and
unfurled, slapping the surface gently. He’d never seen the resort mermaids’
tails do that.
“How can you help me, Daria? Do
you have a radio or a phone?”
She shook her head. “No, Alex. But
I can take you home, if you want.”
He scoffed. “How are you going to take me back
to–”
“No, Alex. Not your home. My
home.” She pointed down.
Dogs in house
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Houdini, Brindle
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Music:
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6-Hour Mozart Piano Classical Music Studying Playlist Mix
by JaBig on YouTube
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Time writing:
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~45 minutes
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July word
count:
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10,807
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