Day 18 - Letters

It'd be different if it'd been a mermaid she'd seen, human with fish's shimmering tail propelling her away, away, away.

Then, Marin would have been more confident that her songs could reach the being she'd seen, call her and comfort her, maybe even get her to swim back to shore, where they could talk, and talk, and talk...

But what had she seen? A fish's face, and gorgeous indigo-violet eyes, earrings' flash in the crystal-blue depths.

She's not foolish enough to sing a song into a bottle and think it'll stay, so it's letters she corks, endlessly waiting and hoping.