Though I came back and delivered my knowledge of the outside world, I withheld the story of the boy from you. Somehow, I wanted him to be my little secret. It seemed only fair, after all, since you had your own secrets, and so many of them.
Time passed on. Two years went by.
Your time to go to the surface came. It was a stormy winter's day, with the seas rumbling and crashing into one another. Icebergs floated across the surface, their shimmering blue-green underbellies like large rocky diamonds embedded into the sea surface.
Thunder crackled and reverberated under the sea. We told you not to go, that you wouldn't see anything, but you refused, and swam away. We waited anxiously. Once or twice we even thought of sending someone after you to see what had happened. But we didn't need to do that. You returned home at nightfall.
You came back in a daze.
Something about you had changed. Something happened that stormy night.
And I feared it was nothing good.
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Sea Foam | ✓
Fantasy❝Why did it have to be you, sister?❞ A retelling of the classic fairytale, The Little Mermaid, by Hans Christian Andersen from the perspective of the sister of the mermaid and her recalling the loss of her sister. ©irya kadlec, 2020 cover credit:...
