"Wait for me, mom and dad."
"Your sister, Jane. Oh my poor Jane," Janet lamented.
"Go back son. Hurry and save her," Dennis said and they disappeared.
Arthur shouted, "No!"
Arthur screamed out of the dream. He opened his eyes and found himself on the beach. He saw a scar of a bullet in his arm and felt its pain. But it is without a bullet. Who removed it? Who saved me? How did I get here? A poignant question without an answer. His stomach was famished. He needs food. Something for strength. Arthur stood up and walked through the beach and saw a house nearby. And he hurried there.
Walking towards the window, Arthur heard a girl sobbing. He leaned his ear to the window, listening.
"Maybe," A male voice said, "Maybe we should break up for good."
A girl voices sob, "Please be fine."
"I would be fine, please be fine too."
"Okay," sadness beneath the girl's voice.
"What if," The male and sighed. "If we say we are going to be fine." There was silence for a moment. "We might not be fine."
The girl's voice cried more.
"I can't afford to lose you." Another silent crawled. "We should not allow a problem to destroy our hearts. We should not allow a problem to force us to utter unsure promises."
"I love you," the girl said, sobbing.
"I love you more." Arthur leaned his other ear against the window, listening. "Half of my heart is for you, and the remaining one is for only you"
There was a long silence. Arthur opened the window slowly and saw them. A pretty girl hugged a handsome guy and wet his neck with tears. The guy sighed. "It's so hard to let you go."
Arthur was touched and closed the door slowly. He lost his appetite instantly. Walking back to the beach. He saw many canoes tied down with ropes. He hurried there and lose one. He then pushed it down the sea and paddled it.
"How dare you steal my canoe," A fisherman shouted.
Arthur looked at the fisherman. "I'm sorry sir."
"Return it now."
"Sir, I'm not sorry because I steal it. I'm sorry because I won't return it."
"You dare not," the man shouted. And five fisherman hurried there.
"Norman, Why are you shouting there?" Raymond shouted.
Norman looked at his friends and was happy that they show up on time. "That idiot steal my canoe."
Arthur paddled faster.
"We must catch him," Graham shouted. They hurried to lose other canoes and paddled after Arthur. "I would beat the hell of him."
"Sure," Ernest shouted.
"Better stop the canoe now," Neil shouted.
"Don't warn him again, he would soon regret it," Eric shouted
They paddled after him. Arthur, at the front, panicking, and he felt pain in his arm. He got tired and famished when the chasers were about to catch him, and he thought, "Should I jump into the water? What if I die?"
Graham paddled to his side and shouted, "I would beat the hell out of you."
I need to jump, I won't die. The lilting voice of the lovers comes back to him, "If we say we are going to be fine. We might not be fine." I might not be fine too if I jump, he thought.
Suddenly, Graham sinks with his canoe into the sea.
"Where is Graham?" Norman shouted.
Norman boat sinks too. After five seconds, Neil's boat sink. Then Ernest's boat sinks too. Remaining Raymond and Eric, paddling back in fear.
"The boy did not come alone. This is a trap," Eric shouted and his boat sinks.
And then, Raymond's boat sinks too.
Arthur looked back. "Where are they? Hope isn't what am thinking? Shark attacked?"
"I can't pretend that I love him. If I refuse to save him, I might not be fine too," Isobel, the mermaid thought as she swims toward Arthur's boat.
Arthur's boat moved faster now without him paddling it. He was scared and shouted, "Help. Help. Help. Shark, please. Help..." And Isobel, the mermaid laughed under Arthur's canoe.
The canoe moved faster and Arthur fell into the water. And saw the mermaid. She was startled. They were gazing at each other.
"I need to erase his memory," she hurried to him. Arthur was scared and kept gazing at her wiggly tail. And then at her pretty face. Isobel, the mermaid smiled, holding Arthur's hands. At that moment, Arthur forgets that he was drowning. Isobel, the mermaid leaned her lips to his and then kissed him.
Light fade. And in the beginning, there was void and darkness. The water sings and the fish danced to the tune. Winds whirl up, and trees bent to let them pass. A leaf dropped from a tree, and the tree moaned because it loses a child. And Isobel, mermaid dreamed dreams no mortal never dare to dream before, "I want him to kiss me by himself."
Arthur woke up and found himself inside a bush. Distance noise was heard The dogs barked. The door slammed. A baby cries. Cars horn. "I'm already in the city. Who took me here?"
His brain wants to remember something, but couldn't. He remembered the lovers. He remembered when the fishermen chased him. He remembered when his boat speed by itself and he cried for help. He remembered that he fell into the sea. But can't figure out what had happened next. The more he tried to figure it out, the more he felt a headache. He gives up for the sake of the headache pain and walked toward the city.
And here - here - the moon and stars light smile upon the sea, and Isobel, the mermaid moved out her head with her black and curly hair. She beholds the yonder beauties of the night.
"It was not as beautiful as his face. His beauty is are rare. I miss him. I will find him after using my 20 years in this sea." And her tears dropped in form of small shiny golds. She felt like following him now, but she must not. Because her time to live among human beings is not yet come.
She swims back to the water and her tail wiggle back and forth amid the water, leaving her treasure golds behind. Her tears for Arthur
"I need him to hold my hands like I do and say 'can we kiss forever?" Her tail, wiggly deep in the water. "I wished he should not love somebody else." She wiggled deeper, out of sight. "I wished he called me by my name... I wished...," her thought was lost amid her tears.
Arthur walked through the night, through the luminous and peaceful city. Everywhere looked strange. He stumbled against a parked bus and was famished. The city wasn't a village where he would climb an apple tree and eat till his stomach get full, where he would sleep and woke as a child beside his mother's sides, but now in the strange big city, He climbed the back of the parked bus and slept alone. Gunshots were heard. Three armed robbers darted into the bus, the tires screeched, and launched down to the quiet street. Police cars polluted the air with sirens while chasing after the bus. Arthur felt something moving him but he thought he was in his father's boat, not knowing he was dreaming. Two armed robbers started shooting the police car at the back till the bullets reached the police car's tire, suddenly, it somersaulted and then burned. The first armed robber removed the mask from his face. "Wow!" "We did it," the second armed robber sa
At the White House, Greenland, North America, 2010.Upstairs, in a neat and steady hall. Clapping hands arose and abate as Fredrick Derek's voice float gently on the wings of microphones, which are set down on a decorated table."As the Governor of this state, I would make sure there is peace and harmony," he said as he raised his head and glanced at the onlooker's eyes blinking under colorful bulbs. Mr. Eric, the new boss of Arthur, adjust himself on the seat, removed his glasses, and then put it right into his chest pocket. "I will sign two Sherlock Holmes in today. For tight security. To bring those gangsters down. Over there..." He waved his hand to the two detectives sitting down.Detective Desmond, a handsome man, smiled under the glasses in his eyes. He was an Irish man. In the record, he had arrested 250 gangsters during his training time. He has a unique passion for investigating criminals cases. Back then in his childhood, his mother wants him to
Arthur's POV"You should shot him down," Mr. Eric said, "And I give you forty-five minutes"I carried a gun, a parachute bag, a mask, and my popcorn. "Bye boss," I said."Goodluck.""Thanks."I darted out into the open air. I was transfixed by the bold shining sunlight dancing in the sky. I covered my face to see clearly. Martins Houghton, my pilot and my partner in crime waited for me in a new helicopter."C'mon," Martins shouted.I hurried to the helicopter, darted in, and he starts the engine into life.I looked at Martins. "How long would it take to get there?""Fifteen minutes.""Alright."I'm flying. Flying over treetop. Flying over mountains. Flying over churches and mosques. Sea float beneath me. And my past unreels itself in my mind. I remembered how my parents were killed, when John shot me, and when I jumped into the sea, leaving Helen on the ship. I remembered I didn't know who saved
Arthur's POV I opened my eyes ajar, and I was surprised to find myself on an old bed. I sit up, and I glanced at the old room with an old smell, sheltering eaves and sloping floors, the dormer windows, and an old-shaped room. I saw an old man feeding a dog outside. He looked back, and widened his eyebrows, saying, "I'm glad that you come are alive." And he summoned me with his waiving hand. "Come greet Foxy." The sun glinted from the sky and hurts my eyes as I walked out. I covered my eyes, and I bend down beside the old man. "How do I get here?" "My foxy took me to you," he said, "how do you get drown?" I tapped my forehead rapidly and remembered everything. I remembered Martins pushing me down from the plane. I remembered the mermaid saving me from being shot. I was scared again. I panicked when I remember she kissed me, and I kissed her back. "Where's she?"&nbs
Arthur's POV "This is Arthur," Alita said before three girls with pretty faces and rich smiles. I waved to them. "Hey." "Hey," They chorused. "I'm Margaret," A girl with a smile that shows her dimple said. "I'm Anne." "I'm Jennifer." "Follow me," Alita said. And we walked past the girls under the dried tree. Dried leafs crumbled under my shoes. And I enjoyed its crumpling sounds. It makes me feel like matching more. Long ago, as a child, I remembered Helen throwing soiled stones at me, and I matched them with my barefoot. And it crumbled. I laughed when Jane matched it too but didn't. It softens instead. Her eyes filled with tears, ready to rain. Little did she know I matched the dried one but she matched the loamy one. And I felt superior. And here, the nostalgic feelings come back to me. And here, crumpling more dried leaves besi
Isobel POV I felt the pain of having human legs. And I wondered where my long tail was. The moon wore a white garment in the morning sky, and it kept following me as I walked on the beach. This is my first time walking on the earth and breathing the same air which Arthur breathes in. Fishermen were fishing. They didn't catch a fish through the night. And those petered fishermen's faces looked sad. The fish were under the sea, moaning that I go. The breeze swirled my long hair back. And I heard a fisherman shouted. "Wow! She is beautiful". He paddled his boat near me. "Hey, where are you going?" I looked at him. "To the city" "Come sit here. I will help you there without paying a dime" I saw all his thoughts floating in the air. He wants to boost his ego before other fishermen, by paddling a pretty woman. And to talk me into marrying him. But his face says something else. I
Isobel POV Now in the city, I strolled through the morning light. The sun glinted from windowpanes, hurting my eyes. And my step slowed. Different cars hauled on the exquisite street, horning in between glassy mansions. I stood near parked cars, glancing about. And at this moment, the human race appeared strange. In every face I saw, non resembled Arthur's. Humans were as countless as fishes in the sea. And here, I stood in lonesome, and like a visitor seeking for my lost half heart. Wondering where he would be. I walked to the waited crowd, surveying people's faces, and then cars stopped and we crossed the road. Girls make-up and dressed with a bag on each hand, to show off in this city. And they smelt of riches perfumes. Their clothes beautified them
The morning light blurred my vision as I woke up with my hands covering my eyes. Something for protection. But the light hurled into my eyes, making me feel the dried tears on my cheeks. Sitting up, I wondered when the last night charmed my eyes and erode me into sleep. Sleepiness without a dream. And this is unusual for me. No matter how serious the storm rotates the water, back then in the sea, I would sleep under the deep water and dream. And fantasies about my lover. About how bad I can't wait to hurry out of the sea and find him before he could fall in love with another girl. But now, I bite my lips in regret. This is strange of me to wake up with the light attacking my eyes. And even the worst of me waking without a dream. And here, I feel the payback and the alienation of leaving home. The payback of losing all my vigor and the abil