The Mermaid of Black Conch: A Love Story

Life joined her to watch the same hills, the bay. He put two fingers between her shoulder blades and stroked and she startled, and then softened. He sat down on one of the wooden-framed sofas which faced the sea and patted the cushion next to him. She gave him a look which said maybe, if he was lucky. He gave her his everything look, one he’d had in his face from a very young age, a look which said I’m a trickster, lover, wise man, good man, fool. She sat down next to him and eventually put her head on his shoulder. A breeze blew in, rustling the bamboo chimes.