Showing posts with label mermaid tale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mermaid tale. Show all posts
Friday, 27 April 2012
Fifty Second Friday Flash: The Mermaid and the Oil Baron
*** this is a follow up from Gorilla Pequeno,Santos Returns,Mermaid Tale Santos Vs. The Mermaid and Santos, The Mermaid, and the Marine Biologist
** On a side note it's my editor and friend Robyn Addinall's birthday today. So a big happy birthday to her and if you have the time please check out her blog Curious Robyn for reviews and other observations.** ( Robyn didn't edit this piece, so any mistakes you find are my own ;)
It took several days to reach the island by boat, funded by the documentary crew that filmed their every move. Santos had secured the deal under the condition that he would host the show. For the first few days the crew filmed the mermaid, trying to catch its amazing transformation, so far nothing. People reported seeing the person they loved the most, but to the camera and everyone else the mermaid looked the same. It eventually got to the point where Margie, marine biologist, had to ban the crew from getting too close to the mermaid.
Santos stood on the pier with the camera crew filming.
“We have finally arrived. Once everything is setup we will be releasing the mermaid into her new home. And what a lovely home it is,” said Santos twirling around. The sky was a rich blue, seagulls squawked in the distance.
“Good!” said the director.
“Thankfully the audience at home can’t smell,” said Santos holding his nose. His short stature wasn’t helping.
After the half an hour drive they reached the oil baron’s holiday resort. A 5 star hotel reserved for the rich and famous. A hotel he nor any of the crew would be staying in. There was said to be a three year waiting list. They would be staying in Margie’s new home, a villa down the road supplied by the oil baron so Margie could be close in case of emergencies.
The tank was massive, a large circular glass tube that was five stories high. There was a hole connecting each floor. Each floor was themed and packed with things the mermaid could play with. Santos was uncertain if the mermaid would make use any of them, but at least it looked as if she would be well looked after. Over the last year or so he had gotten quite attached to the creature. She had even mellowed out under Margie’s good care.
They were right at the top ready to release the mermaid into the tank. The film crew were there, some celebrities were there, even Tom Arbuckle the oil baron himself was there. His million dollar smile dazzling.
“The time has come. A creature we thought was only confined to folklore. A creature that tells us that there is more to this world than we know. A creature we hope will be happy in her new home. Release her!” said Santos with a flamboyant wave of his arms.
The mermaid was released. Her red eyes darted side to side and then she swam around, exploring the level they were on, but then she stopped, and looked at them. Santos could feel some of the crowd were feeling uneasy, especially the sound man who didn’t seem to want to look at the creature. A moment later the mermaid vomited. The crowd gasped and a lot of whispers broke out.
“Did you get that?” asked the director.
The camera man nodded moving in closer.
“Margie!” said Tom, his voice grave. “She better not be sick!”
Margie moved closer and placed her hand on the tank. The mermaid wiping her mouth, placed her hand there too. “On the contrary, I think she’s pregnant...”
Tom rubbed his hands together. “Well, isn't that a turn of events!”
Santos wondered how this was even possible, but he was sure he was going to stick around to find out.
Friday, 30 December 2011
Thirty Fifth Friday Flash: Santos, The Mermaid, and the Marine Biologist

*** this is a follow up from Gorilla Pequeno,Santos Returns,Mermaid Tale and Santos Vs. The Mermaid
Benson Marine Research Institute
“I don't believe you,” said Margie.
Santos had arranged to arrive with the crate. “Trust me, you want to see this.”
“This better be good, I like to sleep in on a Sunday.”
The delivery truck unloaded the large crate into the Institute's delivery bay and left. They seemed to sense that they weren't carrying around normal cargo.
“I remember from when you worked at the carnival that summer.”
“I can't believe you remember me.”
“You and Maria were inseparable, that's hard to forget.”
“How is she?”
“I would rather not talk about it.”
“Ah, she did have a roaming eye that one. Now open this up please.”
Santos ignored the comment and cracked open the crate, the side panel falling down to reveal a tank and the mermaid inside.
“Holy mackerel!” Margie backed away. “You weren't kidding.”
“We have to help her, she has had a tough time.”
“She looks sick, the water must be warm, I have a tank we can use, wheel her this way.”
Using a hand pump truck Santos followed with the mermaid close behind. The mermaid woke up and thrashed around in the small portable tank.
“Is she dangerous?”
“Yes, I would say so.”
Santos parked the tank next to round and larger tank that was almost crystal clear. As soon as he stopped the mermaid gripped the side of the portable tank and launched herself into the larger tank. Landing with a big splash.
“She's magnificent!” said Margie standing with her face almost pressed against the glass.
“I agree.”
Santos looked at the creature in the eyes, but it did not change, maybe it was too tired, or it didn't see him as a threat anymore.”
“The marine field will be blown apart! This is such a discovery!”
“What will you do with her?”
“Oh my word!” Margie fell back, trying to get away.
“What happened?”
“She changed... changed to look just like my husband!”
“That's her defense mechanism.”
“I wonder if I'm still wrapped up in bed and dreaming all this, this is just too strange.”
“Maybe you should believe that ma'am,” said a new voice.
Santos and Margie turned around swiftly. It was a man in black with dark sunglasses.
“Who are you?”
“Special Division. We will take over from here.”
“The hell you will!” said Margie with hands on her hips.
“You have no choice, step aside.”
The man took one step forward.
“Freeze creep!” said another new voice.
“Jonas! Thank you.”
The man in black took a step back, “This is the not the last you will see of me.”
Margie and Jonas hugged once The Man had left.
“Jonas?” asked Santos.
“Yes, he's my husband, I asked him to come, meeting someone I knew 15 years ago was just too odd for my liking.”
“I don't blame you. He's a Marshall?” There was something not right about the man's qet up. A little too flash for his profession.
The muscular man smiled, “Not exactly, I can do many roles, I'm strippergram, but it's only until I get some proper work.”
“Ah, I get ya.”
Margie was smiling ear to ear, “And he will, he's a really talented guy.”
“He sure saved us a spot of bother! What are you going to do with her?” asked Santos.
“Observe, and study, there must be more of her kind out there somewhere.”
“Keep me posted of any developments.”
“I will, and thanks for thinking of me, this will put the Benson Marine Research Institute on the map.
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