Him, with a new girl. You see the resemblance between her and your former self – a full-blooded whirlwind bursting with youth and life.
Had you been honest with yourself, you’d have seen tonight coming. He left you a husk of your bubbly self. You’re as pale as he is, as close to death before he’s had a drink; you can’t provide the life-force he needs any longer.
New Girl may think this is what she wants. Didn’t you? She’ll come to regret her choice soon.
The Little Mermaid took the knife and ran to the prince’s bedroom. She loved him. But if she couldn’t have him, she didn’t want another woman to have him, either. She plunged the knife into his heart, put it in his new wife’s hand and wet her feet with his blood. They stopped hurting. She flung herself out the window and into the sea, watching her legs turn into a fishtail again.
Despite the transformation, the Little Mermaid wasn’t herself anymore. She spent her days rubbing away an invisible stain on her tail, voicelessly complaining about her ever bloody feet.
The blind date’s an unexpected success. I tell Jeremy – never liked that name, so I had low expectations but I may have to revisit my opinion – I need the loo, which is true but really, I need to text Gem. Say thank you for forcing me to go. I tried to weasel my way out and Gem would not have it.
‘Wait a moment, there’s a bunch of twats in fancy dress who try to take pictures with everyone.’
‘Is that supposed to mean something?’
Or maybe my opinion on guys named Jeremy is spot on, after all.