His new gills breathed, but water muted his cries for help. Legs now gone — withered to fins on the fish tail past his navel — the glass tank was a prison.
He looked to the river mermaid. They’d said she’d killed carnies. But her eyes to his, said sadness.
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Merpeople everywhere – loving it! My turn soon. To tell a story about them, not become one of them. No?
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I’m friends with one mermaid already, and there’s plenty room in the sea for more. ;-)
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