Ephemerality


by Mercedes M. Yardley

Her body was delicately, tenderly, and exquisitely broken. 

She did not know this.

Her fall from the ship had been a beautiful thing. A slip, a soft gasp, an ethereal dance of flowing white fabric and blond hair. 

The muted splash thrilled the stars. 

Superb, really. 

Water diamonded her lungs, filled them with itself. The intimacy made her blush, and then her skin quite simply had no color at all.

Mmm, hummed the fish as they wrapped themselves up in her hair. They stared at themselves in her eyes and ran under her pale fingers. 

She smiled without moving her lips at all.

Her body was delicately, tenderly, and exquisitely broken. 

She did not know this.

Her fall from the ship had been a beautiful thing. A slip, a soft gasp, an ethereal dance of flowing white fabric and blond hair. 

The muted splash thrilled the stars. 

Superb, really. 

Water diamonded her lungs, filled them with itself. The intimacy made her blush, and then her skin quite simply had no color at all.

Mmm, hummed the fish as they wrapped themselves up in her hair. They stared at themselves in her eyes and ran under her pale fingers. 

She smiled without moving her lips at all.

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Writers Bio

Mercedes has been, or will be, published in The Pedestal Magazine, Shock Totem, Neverlands and Otherwheres, and The Hint Fiction anthology.

 Her blog is located at www.abrokenlaptop.wordpress.com


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