Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Two Hundred and Seventy-Two

She watched as her only son waded into the moonlit sea. When a seaweedy head broke the waves, it was almost an anticlimax.

“Hold,” she cried, “by Ephrezel and Baliel I bid you hold.”

The merwoman froze.

“Who are you to call on the power of such as they?”

“I am the blood that leaps in his veins. He is mine.”

The merwoman showed bloodstained teeth.

“Very well, but be sure he comes not here again. Or next time he will see only what he wants to see.”

She disappeared beneath the waves and the boy broke down in tears.

©️jj 2019

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