On the Shortest Day

By John L. Malone

On the shortest day
I take the longest run
between one jetty and the next
and back again
in the shortest time,
rest myself against the rump
of a dune
while the waves whisper sea shanties.
“O what shall we do with the drunken sailor?”
A mermaid rises near the shore
shaking her wild, wild hair
in the sun-drenched breeze
until spotting me she coyly slips
beneath the water.
The jetty wades a little deeper into the sea
to catch a glimpse.
On the shortest day I tell
the tallest of tales.

“I was dissastisfied with this as a mere fantasy piece but when I added the flash fiction ending, it energized the piece for me.” – the writer

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