A mermaid had moved into the town. He’d met her on the beach and knew she was a mermaid because she’d told him so. She had no legs because at birth she’d left her tail in the sea. Long matted locks of hair dyed lilac purple, tiny shells tied into them.

A legend said that Melusine’s husband could not see her on a certain day, when her otherworldly tail grew back. Saturdays he would disappear, and she would clamber into her adapted bathtub and stay there ten hours, glittering, as the house breathed in the scent of salt and samphire.


4 thoughts on “Melusine

  1. I clicked on your profile because of the typewriter image (in the market for one) to see your first post about melusine which I’ve done an screen print on. I like our similarity.


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