Filed Under (Microfiction) by Tansy on 25-01-2013

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During that whole “Ariel’s-sold-parts-of-herself-to-a-witch-for-love” debacle, Jeff and Jenny (also a son and daughter of Triton) each packed a giant conch and left for the deep sea. No one cared about water pollution or overfishing or acts of diplomacy to bring the ocean factions together. It was clear that they were neither beautiful nor shallow enough to carve out a satisfying life being decorative at the palace. Leaving was dangerous; there would be sharks and eels and worse, perhaps, but they had each other … and there would be room enough for bigger dreams and a greater purpose.

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