A small gurgle made Gillian open her closed hand. On her palm rested the pretty seashell she had picked up, just a few hundred feet behind her, on her slow amble along the private beach.
It was white with peach splotches dotting its surface. Gillian brought her hand closer to her face, peering closer. The shell rocked in her hand. Gillian froze, breath caught in her chest.
The shell moved again.
It wasn’t her doing, there was something inside the shell.
Was it a water snail? She prodded the shell.
A tiny, slimy creature slid out from within.
That mermaid would by tiny. And probably really close to death. I hope Gillian had the heart to put her back in the ocean…
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