Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #12 March 2015 | Page 24

one failure after another, sank with her fear, replaced
by a feeling of sadness and reverence. She stared into
the woman’s eyes, saw herself reflected in two dark
blue, almost black, orbs.
“Your song is my song. We can sing for one another.
Need something from you. Give something from me.”
This is insane, Marsha thought, I’ve really gone
insane. Or I’m dreaming. I drank too much and I’m
passed out on the beach, dreaming about a mermaid.
It has to be a dream.

and rolled back, now dead white, the colour of raw
bone.
“My song your song your song my song... my song
your song your song my song...” The words rolled past
shark teeth from the limitless depths of an eternal sea.
In the last moment before everything went black Marsha realised this was no dream, no hallucination.
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“I’m dreaming... I’m dreaming,” Marsha muttered.
“Fine, help me.”

The water swirled around Marsha’s nude body. Flaps
of skin opened and closed along the side of her body,
revealing pink gills. Her legs were gone, replaced by a
long, grey tail.

The woman smiled. The smile was too wide, the teeth
too sharp. Shark’s teeth. Her eyes locked on Marsha’s

She bobbed in the water, the tail undulating, keeping
her in place against the pulling tide. To Marsha, it felt

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