That voice called to him on the seventh day, the memory of the ship wreck forgotten in its beauty. On the lichen covered rocks he saw her, just like in the stories the old salts used to tell. She was stretched out as comfortable as a cat in a patch of sunlight. Her glossy red hair hung wet around her shoulders, and with light green eyes she stared at him.
“Are you my true love?” Her voice was sonorous music; the muted roar of the waves her orchestra.
Her true love? He hardly dared to believe.
“I thought I had found my true love, again and again, over the years. But they left me. Every one of them.”
He drew nearer. How could a man leave this beautiful creature? Her skin was like porcelain, her full red lips slightly parted.
“Yes.” She purred, opening her arms. “They said they would stay with me forever.” He embraced her. “They said they would never abandon me.” He held her close, and felt her naked breasts pressing into his chest through his clothes. “But they all left.” She smelled of sweet perfume and brine. “With the fish, and the crabs, and the sea stars.” Her grip tightened as she pulled him towards the water. “Piece by piece.”
“Are you my true love?” Her voice was sonorous music; the muted roar of the waves her orchestra.
Her true love? He hardly dared to believe.
“I thought I had found my true love, again and again, over the years. But they left me. Every one of them.”
He drew nearer. How could a man leave this beautiful creature? Her skin was like porcelain, her full red lips slightly parted.
“Yes.” She purred, opening her arms. “They said they would stay with me forever.” He embraced her. “They said they would never abandon me.” He held her close, and felt her naked breasts pressing into his chest through his clothes. “But they all left.” She smelled of sweet perfume and brine. “With the fish, and the crabs, and the sea stars.” Her grip tightened as she pulled him towards the water. “Piece by piece.”