She’d had the idea to do it as a science fiction story, but she was thinking now that she would tell it in a more realistic vein…something to inspire people. Two people – real people – fighting to save the oceans, instead of a mermaid and a man-turned-merman due to the magic of mermaid breath…
She tapped the keys of the keyboard idly as she marshaled thoughts in her head, and then began.
Anton and the Mermaid
Anton Weaver stood on the deck of the swimming pool, gazing through the crystal clear water to the bottom of the pool, several meters below. It was an Olympic-sized pool – twice the size of pools that the average person swam in at their high school or outdoor park.
It was late at night, and everyone else – Olympic class swimmers all – had left the pool, til only he had remained.
But no, there was still someone else in the pool. Katherine. She was a great swimmer. Her long body cleaved the water like a mermaid, arms and legs moving in effortless rhythm.
They’d existed in an uneasy silence for three weeks, ever since she’d entered the program. He had always been very conscious of her, and whenever he looked her way, she always seemed to always be just looking away from him. Which begged the age-old question – did she like him, or didn’t she? Was she just too shy to approach him, or was she not interested in him at all?
That was the thing, of course. Girls didn’t get interested in him at first sight. They had to get to know him first – at least, the two girlfriends he’d had to date. And they’d gotten to know him and fallen in love…and then they’d gotten to know him some more and fallen *out of love. That had hurt….
But he hadn't shared more than 10 words a day with her, in all this time.
And she was beautiful. She could probably have any guy she wanted. Yet she seemed to keep to herself…pleasant enough with the rest of the people on the swim team, but not one to socialize out of hours.
And yet here she was alone, at the pool. He was the one who always stayed late at night to swim more laps. Everyone knew about it – they teased him about it. So she must have known that he’d be here tonight. And yet here she was, effortlessly performing turns at the end of each lap and continuing on, like a machine, using a different stroke for each lap - front stroke, side stroke, back stroke, butterfly...she looked like a mermaid, so easily did she move through the water.
Stacy nodded to herself. This was much better. She went and got a Pepsi, and then continued on with the story.
[Which will continue here, tomorrow.]
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Note to my loyal readers: Most of the installments in this "three romances-with-occasional-erotica serial fiction" have averaged 1,000 words or more. For the next week and a half or so, the story will progress in installments of between 200 - 500 words. I'm about to start a cross country road-trip with an elderly, infirm relative, and while I'm hoping it's not going to be the trip from hell...I know it will be. The story will be updated every day, never fear, it just won't progress as fast as usual. The 1000+ word installmetns will resume around October 1.Thanks for reading, hope you're enjoying it.And please send vibes my way that the trip goes well!
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