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by Peter Macfarlane, Dearborn Heights

I sat with a mermaid by the edge of the sea. We talked about the tides and why she turned tricks for a living. She chain smoked Pall Malls and didn't want to talk about her mother. She asked me if I wanted her and I said, "I do, but I am afraid I would drown in your beauty."

She bubbled up a laugh and said, "That's a good one, sailor."

The day disappeared with a green flash of light across the horizon and we made promises that we knew were too heavy for either of us to burden.


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