Massachusetts edibles are ass. Thought I was going crazy that edibles havent been doing it for me anymore and then I have Maine edibles and im off my rocker rn
Y’know when you have a dream that sticks with you and you try to figure out what the gods damned hell that just was?
I got one of those and I think it was interesting enough that I wrote a story around the plot I kinda remember
Grimmer the Dream
There was a mermaid who could shed her tail to look human. She had a couple conditions to keep her tail preserved so she could wear it again but she was largely able to simply choose when she wanted legs.
In the winter times of each year she would go up to a village on an island and pretend to be a wandering trader so she could taste the spices of the above land. During these winter months she and a man fell in love.
One day the man found her as she was pulling herself onto the shore and discovered that she was a mermaid. The woman believed their love was strong enough for this revelation to not change what they had and so she told the man what she had to do to keep her tail and connection to the sea.
The man was enraged that she would not choose to abandon the sea so they could be together. In the dark of the night he went to the cave where the woman had stashed her tail and butchered it like a fish.
The woman felt her connection to the oceans of her birth sever and wailed into the pillow on their shared bed. She knew what the man had done and yearned to have her connection restored. So the woman thought back to the tales of her mother and grandmother about this very situation.
It was a common story, just as it was common to know someone with human ancestry in the pods of merfolk beneath the waves. Where someone would be stolen or betrayed by a lover in the above and need to reforge their inner ocean. So the woman followed the tales.
The next night the man returned home from his day cutting trees into lumber to find the woman urging him into bed. He followed willingly and for two days and nights he hardly left it. Each hour that passed he was drained of his life force, aging faster until the morning of the third day when he was no more than a frail old man.
The woman asked him if he loved her more than he did his own mother. If he would love her with his dying breath with all his soul.
The man said yes, and he meant it, for his mind was filled with nothing but the thoughts of the woman.
His soul now the woman’s to control she sang it into a conch shell and took it to the shore. She drank the soul and into the embrace of the cold salt water she transformed into a mermaid once more. Though her scales were of different sheen and her fins were of a different shape, she celebrated under the waves.
But the man had left behind a gift for her. Three days after she returned to her watery home the woman returned to the island and searched along the shore until she found a small cave where she could lay her hundreds of eggs.
For mermaids do not bring life like the humans do, they bring forth life like the fish.
Little did this woman know that the man’s mother had spotted her. The mother had mourned the loss of her son, a man so young made to look older than she, and had vowed to find who had cursed him.
Seeing that her daughter in law was a creature of the sea the mother remembered an old wives tale and put together what had happened. But of course the stories of triumph over kidnappers in one sea is a tale of undue harm in another land. The mother believed that the woman had bewitched her son on purpose and decided then and there to destroy the woman in the worst way possible.
The mother collected every egg she could get her hands on and brought them to the village where she made a stew of them. Handing the stew to any who wanted a taste.
The woman returned to find her brood missing and, seeing no choice, removed her tail once more to find what had happened. She hid her face and hair under a veil and found the mother giving soup. Hungry herself, the woman asked for a bowl and was amazed by the taste.
The mother recognized the woman’s voice and waited until the woman had devoured two bowls to tell her that it had been made with.
The bowl and spoon dropped from the woman’s hands as she gasped. The woman ran at the old mother, clawing at her neck, wailing for her children. The old mother did not simply allow herself to be beaten.
Taking up an old sharp kitchen knife hidden in her dress the mother stabbed the woman in the side once, twice, four times before the woman fled.
To the shore on borrowed breath the woman fell. She took from its hiding place her tail and in her final moments she returned to the waves.
Bloody sea foam washed up from where she lay and when the bubbles popped they released the spirit of the woman into the winds. From these ill spirited winds the old mother and all others who were angered by a partners free will experienced curses and pain.
For it was not just the woman in the skies, but all those who suffered as she did, and until the ones who cause such pain are stopped none will know rest.
Currently folding laundry and tired of the heat. I think I’m going to dim the lights, close the blinds, have my laptop playing some rain and storm background sounds (not sure but hoping it masks the ac running), light a candle, make a pillow fort and put on a fall/Halloween-themed movie.
