Story #27 for the Story A Day Challenge May 2016 and doing double duty as my Friday Fictioneer entry
Photo copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Right Place
The “beach” as the hotel called it, had no sand or seashells. Lyndon wondered if he was in the right place. Still, he thought it had an air of mystery: solid, dark boulders against fluid, transparent waves. He lifted up his face to the waves’ mist.
Lyndon got the feeling someone was watching him. The shore was deserted, but in the shallow water a mermaid appeared, swimming back and forth.
The hotel concierge heard the wind carrying the last notes of the mermaid’s song. He made a note to clean out Lyndon’s room, knowing the young man would not return.
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Here’s another Friday Fictioneer mermaid story by P.S. Joshi.
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It's a long story ... 
wow!
Beautifully executed! Was that the right place for Lyndon? Or absolutely the wrong place?
You are correct! It could have been the wrong place just as easily as the right place. Wonder how changing that one word would have affected the story. Hmmm …
Sounds like more than one guest has gone off with a mermaid with not a trace. That’s quite a mystery. Well done, Tresha. 🙂 — Suzanne
What an interesting, stick-with-you concept. I’ll remember this one!
Hope he paid the bill in advance!
That’s another resort that I will have to stop visiting.🙂
I hope the siren was a hottie. Maybe that hotel has a service for men wanting to find a good woman to run away with.
The construction on this story was really great! Well-done, Tresha!
Poor guy, entranced by the sound of the Siren!
I love the matter-of-fact ending, as if the hotel concierge had had to deal with this issue before, and was not too fussed about it.
Chilling, and beautiful and strange story!
In his youth, the concierge spent many hours at the edge of the water, hoping that the mermaid would appear and choose him. Each time he hears her song, it tugs at his heart.
Oh, I LOVE that! That is a longer story in the making.
Oh dear!
Not a likely place for my land loving limbs.
Oh, these mermaids are a dangerous bunch. Great story, andmore so with the addition above. Lyndon must have heard that song from far, far away.
I’m expanding the story. The concierge isn’t finished with the mermaid just yet. Plan to post next week.
Was the mermaid employed by the hotel I wonder? Actually, I never have trusted mermaids. There’s something a bit fishy about them.
My secret beach