The Merman, My Man
Her body must have been mutating inexplicably as well, or she wouldn’t have brought a stranger like me here.
“My death?” Mary repeated the words, and there was no doubt on her face just as I’d imagined. She then lowered her eyes and slowly spoke, “Yes, I do believe in those things… I recently dreamed that I turned into a mermaid, swimming in the ocean… There was a merman beside me, but I couldn't make out his face—that is, until that day, when my father had me lure the merpeople to our boat. When I saw that beautiful merman with a purple tail, I immediately understood that he was the fish who was swimming beside me.”
The quiet way Mary spoke made it sound as if she was sleep-talking, but her