While pulling lobster pots from the bay, Finn chanced upon the mermaid. His mind was on Jenny, dark with worry, when the mermaid appeared alongside his boat. An old friend once told him of a legend ... [+]
Originally published in The Los Angeles Review
In the office, she wrote everything on yellow paper: legals pads, while-you-were-outs, carbon copies, and sticky notes. Her eyes, so accustomed to the faded yellow of her workdays, had difficulty adjusting in her home during the evening hours. On her days off, the world looked strange, the color of a dream—she shielded her eyes until she was back in the yellow world. This was where she lived, where she was at peace, so she decorated her house to match her world. She lined the walls with stolen paper from the office. She bought yellow bedsheets. She adjusted the color on the TV. She threw out h