Some people just didn’t respect the notion of commitment; that was what she had accused him of as she packed her bags and stormed from the apartment. It had only taken him a few days to understand her point; it had taken him nearly a month to convince her of that.
Finally, after much discussion she’d agreed to meet him, though she had stated frostily, I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.
Sitting on the park bench as the rain teemed down around him Jordan scowled, he should have known better than to trust a mermaid.
© Deb Whittam 2019