Seashell Voices
Once upon a time, a merboy spied a human child. The merboy, who longed to walk the sandy shore, spent his days watching the human boy grow to become a man who loved the sea. A man he's admired from afar. The one he wishes he could be.
But how can a merman express his greatest wish when he has no voice with which to speak?
Excerpt -
He reached for me, for the net entangling my arms. Carefully, he freed me, not touching, but curious and wanting. Daring, I held out my hand to him, palm up, and he slid a finger along my skin. It tickled, making me shudder and smile.
“Who are you?” he asked, but I could not answer. While I could understand him, my voice could not duplicate theirs. I could chirp and trill, make a variety of sounds to communicate with my own kin and the sea life around me, but not his.
I touched my throat and my lips, opened and shut my mouth.
“You can't speak.”
I shook my head.
“But you understand me?”
I nodded and grinned.
“Amazing.” He laughed. “I can't believe I caught a merman. All I thought I’d catch is a few crabs to study before returning them to the sea. No one is ever going to believe me… But you can't stay here. You best be getting back into the water.”
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