Here, every week on Wednesday/Thursday, we offer you a photograph to base a short story on, and no, you don't have to write thousand words!! The rules will be put up in the prompt too. And we hope you shall have fun writing on the basis of a picture.(It's harder than it seems.) Any one who participates will be added to our Tales Train.
Ten Little Piggies
The ancient mermaid had finally earned her legs after 575 years, exactly.
As she walked down the beach for the first time, the granules of sand squished between the stubby tentacles on the bottom of where her fins used to be. (It kinda hurt actually.) She instinctively felt under her breasts for her gills and was met with hard, stony ridges instead. The new airholes in her head felt very small and inadequate indeed.
The sun seemed angry up here, beating on where her scales used to be and slapping her face. There were strange beasts swimming overhead in the light blue expanse of sky. She missed the dark blue comfort of her home.
It was extraordinary not to have to use her arms for movement. She quite didn't know what to do with them, first holding them out parallel to the sand and then folded them into her torso. Being human was a such a complicated ordeal!
She had been told that she only had about 3 days before this body would break down from lack of feeding, so she decided she must begin looking for sustinance at once. But where to go? She was alone and a feeling of dread washed over her.