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

You can’t stand between your child and his destiny. She had intervened once, but the second time he went to the sea she knew to stand back.

It had been a year since, and she stood thigh-deep in the waves wondering if anybody would come to speak to her.

The same seaweedy head she had sent packing all those months ago broke the water.

“Mother. We thank you for your son. His flesh was sweet and sustained us through the cold times.” The merwoman disappeared leaving only a voice that whispered. “See, those are pearls that were his eyes.”

©️jj 2019

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