Madness string 95598

Random mermaid
The quietness of an orchard is something very unsettling in the winter time, as there's no insects or wildlife wandering about. All I could hear was silence and my pounding heart for the next three and a half hours of my shift. I almost wanted some monster to come tearing through the trees bellowing out, 'Hahah here I am, here to eat you!' But instead I saw and heard nothing more.

White birds soar against the bright blue sky, flapping their wings like rippling waves, wavering in shades of bright and shadow, all odd. An illusion of separation, above and below, pushed aside in each flap, each swoop, each interweaving motion of the flock...