“How do you like this?”
Aman whistled looking at the glittering solitaire. “Who’s the lucky girl?”
“I’m going to ask Carrie to marry me”
“Congratulations! You two are perfect for each other!”
“I’d never have met her if it weren’t for you..”
Aman laughed “I hoped the two of you would like each other. I never imagined my date would end up with my friend instead of me and I’d be happy about it…”
“Here she comes. How do I look?”
“Like the Goddess you always are.”
Lysa smiled and got up to hug Carrie as she walked towards them.
It was an old coffee tin with rust covering most of it.
He sat on the bed and opened it to find yellowing pages covered in an unintelligible scrawl. They were so old that they were disintegrating along the creases. He couldn’t understand what was stranger; the fact that she had kept them for so long or that someone had spent so much time writing them.
“What’s this?” He asked her as she entered the room.
“They’re letters your grandfather wrote to me.”
“Why didn’t he just type them?”
She laughed and ruffled the hair on her grandson’s teenage head.
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Her only condition had been that he kept her a secret. He knew nobody would believe him. Mermaids were only heard about in sailor fables and songs. Yet last night he had told the little boy about her in a drunken stupor. Word had spread like wildfire through the village and they said his loneliness was driving him insane.
The next morning he rowed out as usual to their spot but she wasn’t there. Thinking of her palaces on the seabed he dove into the water.
She watched from below and moved the bead on her abacus to the right.