Poppy on the Waves

I place a poppy on the handsome fair-haired WWI soldier’s picture and leave the memorial. Beside the solace of the sea, I read his stories of Tiffany.

In the waves I glimpse his mermaid, all shades of pink with yellow eyes.

He’s beside her.

They smile.


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