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The rhythmic whoosh and whish of the sea drew Melusine on.
Down river she swam, avoiding the hooks of the anglers there.
She just wanted to see the sea, just this once.

But she had been warned not to stray that far
That her body couldn’t tolerate a thalassic environment.

50 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Thalassic

Alas, the salt pickled her… of course!

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28 Responses to Melusine

  1. Nope, Not Pam says:

    Poor thing 😞

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Ron. says:

    Mermaids are delicious, if properly grilled.

    Liked by 3 people

  3. Sadje says:

    Aww, poor mermaid

    Liked by 1 person

  4. dorahak says:

    Tragic! But a pickled mermaid, lol. Good one Crispina!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Dale says:

    That’s the trouble when you are a freshwater being rather than a saltwater one… not all can adapt. Love this, Crispina!

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Oh so sad. Is this a true story?

    Liked by 1 person

  7. Bill says:

    So many warnings seldom taken well. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Dahlia says:

    I am glad you added the tail end 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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