Swimming With Mermaids
Most definitely not “The Little Mermaid”
The moon rode high above the inlet when Jonah first stumbled into its hush. He’d come to escape his restless mind—a late shift in the grocery store, too many nights spent counting cans instead of dreams. The sea wind curled through the dunes, salt and pinewood in one breath. Silvery light spilled over the tide pools, stirring reflections in the rock’s shallow hollows. Jonah paused at the water’s edge. A soft murmur rose f...
