It shouldn't have been buried by the sea.
It shouldn't have been buried at all.
In all honesty, we didn't know what we were doing and the council's only advice was "Don't go outside if you can help it." which didn't exactly inspire confidence. Most of us just went about our usual lives, trying to ignore the pulsating bundle of scales as best we could, even if it was trying to climb out of the town square fountain.
Nobody's quite sure how it got there or even what it was, if it was anything more than scales and gargled whimpers. Some people claimed it was a true mermaid, as opposed to the fake ones we get loitering about underneath the pier at high tide, trying to pull fishermen in by their lines. They aren't real apparently.
Five days it was in the fountain, writhing and making those pathetic little noises. By day six it just stopped moving and floated gently under the flowing water. The town decided to bury it by the sea, despite not knowing what it was, where its natural habitat was or if it was properly dead.
Turns out it was still alive and now it's loose.
The mermaids (the "fake" ones) have been turning up in dozens, all half eaten and dying on the shore. For three weeks now it's been out of its cliffside grave and the sea is still just as red as it was the first day the corpses began washing ashore. We reckon the sands might be stained forever at this rate.
It shouldn't have been buried at all.
In all honesty, we didn't know what we were doing and the council's only advice was "Don't go outside if you can help it." which didn't exactly inspire confidence. Most of us just went about our usual lives, trying to ignore the pulsating bundle of scales as best we could, even if it was trying to climb out of the town square fountain.
Nobody's quite sure how it got there or even what it was, if it was anything more than scales and gargled whimpers. Some people claimed it was a true mermaid, as opposed to the fake ones we get loitering about underneath the pier at high tide, trying to pull fishermen in by their lines. They aren't real apparently.
Five days it was in the fountain, writhing and making those pathetic little noises. By day six it just stopped moving and floated gently under the flowing water. The town decided to bury it by the sea, despite not knowing what it was, where its natural habitat was or if it was properly dead.
Turns out it was still alive and now it's loose.
The mermaids (the "fake" ones) have been turning up in dozens, all half eaten and dying on the shore. For three weeks now it's been out of its cliffside grave and the sea is still just as red as it was the first day the corpses began washing ashore. We reckon the sands might be stained forever at this rate.
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