at first there was the water. out of it came life, created out of waves, salt and pearls. patient is the river, ancient and wise. the first humans had scales.
at least that’s what everyone says. i’m not gonna lie, at first i was weirded out by the people here. i mean imagine moving into a new town and the first thing your nearest neighbour does is invite you to go fishing?? and that wasn’t even the worst thing.
when i first bought groceries the cashier came up to me and was like: “you’ve got some wolf blood in your veins, huh?” what’s that even supposed to mean?
but after three months of living here a lot of stuff has changed for the better if i’m thinking about it. i quit my job at the local gas station after one month and started to go fishing professionally, on a boat and everything. most of the people i know believe in mermaids, even the younger ones. and to be honest … okay, don’t call me crazy.
i’ve always had trouble with falling asleep. insomnia. no matter what i took, it didn’t help. but ever since i moved into the little house at the top of a cliff it has been getting worse. it’s almost like the sea is calling for me, like i can hear it whisper an old name i can’t recall.
i’m praying that the talk of these weird people here is just getting to my head.