The first time I saw the mermaid she pretended not to see me.
I inched closer, trying to catch her attention without startling her back into the water. She continued to sunbathe in the golden sand, lightly rocking her fin back and forth as she sorted sea glass.
I cleared my throat.
Her eyes flicked my direction for an instant, then went back to the piles of glass shards. She began to hum softly and flipped her hair.
Taking another step closer, I waved.
Again her eyes darted towards me, and a look of irritation flashed over her lovely face. She shoved her treasures into a woven grass bag, and wriggled into the water with ease.
She surfaced briefly, to look at me over her shoulder, brows low with disdain. Then she was gone.
Ignored then rejected, I stood lonely and alone.
It was like high school all over again.