Hooray! It’s time for the Waterworld Mermaids to officially invite you into our garden!
As Waterworld Mermaids, we don’t normally find ourselves in a garden, unless it’s of the seaweed and coral variety; so, for our first online anthology of short stories, we decided to tie each tale together by location and an exotic one to us – a garden.
Today is my day –I am kicking off the anthology with an original flash fiction fantasy piece called “Semantics.”
“What are you doing out here?”
It had taken him long enough to find her. Holly felt Jacob’s touch on her shoulder but did not turn around. Time was too fleeting. She wanted to revel a little longer in the chill of the dark Spring night, the giggle of the creek below her, the crunch of the grass under her feet. Charlie’s mind hadn’t gotten the grass quite right yet.
“I was scolded for talking to the children,” she said. “So I came out to catch fireflies by the water.” She scooped up a lightning bug that had rested on the branch beside her, serenely blinking like an empty street on the day after Christmas. Holly remembered Christmas, and the little girl who had dreamed about it once. Holly had taken her name.
“Technically it’s not catching when you don’t chase them,” said Jacob.
“Technically it’s not chasing when they wait to be found.” Even after so long, it was ever the argument with them.