FAIRYTALES FOR A HUMAN (Lesbian)

Part 16 MERMAID

Juni suggested that we should use one of the palms. Even though the lighthouse is situated on the bald cliff covered with grass and dry bushes, "jumping" will lead to a significant reduction in time wasted on walking on foot. Marina's makeweight immediately pished away this idea. He announced that he would rather die than get stuck somewhere in the bark. The dryad cursed him and jumped into the nearest palm with my all-time favourite cracking sound, and, of course, forgetting about Marina and me. The young man was breathing loudly: his nostrils flared, the corners of his mouth were all pinched. Just like a pufferfish that is about to explode!

"What did you say to her to make her run away? You can't have normal talk with women, can you?" Marian is on her feet and almost hanging from my hand. "Another one was added to the list of women who hates you."

"As I can see you are feeling better now," the makeweight narrows his eyes. "Better to teach me how to live my life. Please, continue your lovely date: be right back to where you started. Don't mind me, ladies. I was just leaving."

And with these words, he angrily grabs the overcoats and dashes straight, following his nose. Soon he disappears behind the grey rocks that are scattered on the bleached shore as if Poseidon threw them from the depths of the ocean.

"They are a lovely couple," says Marina with a smile when we are left alone.

I am slightly confused by her observation, for I was sure they have exchanged pithy remarks. My puzzlement doesn't escape Marina's attention:

"Don't pay much attention to him: he could be such a diva sometimes," she giggles. "I'm sure he is already planning a honeymoon with your friend."

"I don't think so: Juni has flint woven into her heart. Besides, she's not a great fan of humans," I shut up, having realized that I'm shooting my mouth off. "But she's not against you! She likes you! Dryads, you see, they are quite secretive creatures and live in their Hidden Sanctuaries away from humans. They know almost nothing about the world outside our Society." I must really stop now.

Marina shrugs her shoulders, "I don't expect her to like me. And she should not: we have just met each other."

She seems melancholic again. We are slowly walking along the white line of sand. At this pace we won't get to the lighthouse anytime soon. I must be happy having been left alone with her, but my anxiety is getting stronger. Though, it has nothing to do with my emotions about Marina. The song of the ocean is luring me; the Eternal Call I have been trying to stay away from since the very moment I found myself.

My human (I keep on thinking of her as my human) squats down to look closer and collect flat white and pinkish shells; without touching them I can feel the smoothness of their surface against her ginger fingers and soft palms. From time to time, she casts concerned looks at the ocean; her eyes are exactly the same colour as the shoal water - Caribbean blue tint with turquoise flecks.

I can't keep it inside anymore; the ocean power is stronger than my will. "Marina, I am going to shift," I warn her. I don't want to disturb the human with my unexpected transformation. "I need some water," I say it as if feeling ashamed for being a mermaid, for my nature, or 'unnature' to be more precise.

"Oh," she brushes her naughty brown lock behind a lovely round ear. "Sure!" the girl turns to me the way decent humans usually turn away when one of them is changing clothes or unexpectedly showing skin.

Thinking about their weird traditions, I'm stripping off my clothes as fast as I can, for they seem useless and heavy. With a deep sigh that could be interpreted as a moan of pleasure I throw myself against the water mass. I don't like surfing the waves preferring to dive deeper: being underwater, I feel I'm in the deep of space flying in zero gravitation. But like a bird that should not fly too high, I should not dive into the abyss of the waters. I have a scary thought that it's the way we mermaids die: the Ocean that gives us lives takes them back engulfing our shifting, unnaturally immoral bodies.