Alfred and I walked along the beach, shoes discarded and trousers rolled. We watched a pair of ragged claws scuttle across the sand. Suddenly Alfred paused.
“Wait,” he said. “Do you hear it?”
“Hear what?” I asked.
“The mermaids! They are singing to each other!”
I listened, hearing nothing but the crash of the surf and the cries of the gulls. I shrugged and shook my head. He sighed and looked at his feet.
“I did so hope they were singing to me but now I do not think they ever will.”
I could see the bald spot in the middle of his head. I watched his hands squeeze the universe into a ball – his arms and legs so thin.
I walked out into the waves. The wind blew the water around me white and black. Combing my hair from my face, I turned to Alfred and began to sing.
Flash fiction prompt provided by http://www.writerlycorner.com/writerly-prompts/writerly-wednesday-6222016.