February 3, 2015

Mermaid 7

"Can I go there?"
"You look like her," Father said, reaching out and touching her blue-green hair. Most of the other mermaids had green hair that resembled seaweed, but Cordelia's had always been a bit different, a sheen that made it sometimes green and sometimes blue. The scales of her tail were the same green as her father's, the same as Dallas and Meri and all the other merfolk she knew.
"How did you meet her?" Cordelia held the dead fish a little more tightly, something of her mother's.
"Chance. The very best chance."

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