The siren spotted the sailor on the deck of his boat.
‘Look at that rippling torso,’ she sang. ‘It’ll be weeks before I need to eat again!’
Written for: Twittering Tales
Filed under Flash fiction, short story
Tagged as amwriting, boat, dating, Fishing, Flash fiction, music, Sea, short story, Siren, twitter, Twittering tales
Yikes! But I admit I had a similar thought before I went to my revenge tale. Good one Martin! 🙂
Terrific, in both senses!
Thank you sir – it’s rare that one get the chance to use ‘terrific’ in modern vernacular – I shall endeavour to crowbar it into tomorrow’s all-day I.T meeting…
I wish you luck with that!
Well done Martin, Sirens can be like that I think…lol
If the title didn’t grab you, the story definitely will. I keep trying to get a siren to grab me, but they swim away.
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