Sozor

There was a mermaid in my pond. She floated there, eyes closed, her head above the water. I saw the green tail under the lily pads and ripples. “Drown with me,” she said. She looked at me and smiled. Perhaps it was a joke. “Why would I do that?” I asked. “The spirits of the drowned are reborn into the sea. It’s a good death in that way.” I kneeled by the pond and she flicked water onto me, making me laugh. “I like the sea, but I’m too scared to die.” “You won’t be scared. I’ll be holding you.” She held onto my arm. I saw the shape of her muscles under h