danica lorer
Land Legs She married the merman when he would have fancied a husband. She loved his gurgle-breathing when he removed his land helmet. He watched every tight-butted bearded creature as they passed. Although his people didn’t record such things as birthdays or save baby teeth for possible later dna matches she was able to secure him a green card and a work visa. He was shocked when she told him everyone worked. Theirs was a traditional signing of the register at city hall in the presence of her one agreeable sister and one sweaty hall monitor.
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