Friday Fictioneers: Mystery

Friday! Time for another hundred-word bout of Fictioneering. Check out the other stories linked at Our Fearless Leader Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s web site – and let me know what you think of mine, okay?


It wasnโ€™t picturesque, but it was weird. And none of the tour guides would explain. There had to be some reason for all the shopping carts just offshore, all around the island, and he was going to find out. One night after dark, he strode down to the gardens next to the beach and settled himself behind a bush.

The moon rose, glowing across the waves. They came with it, calling back and forth to each other in a liquid language he didnโ€™t recognize, pushing the carts toward the supermarket with flips of their muscular tails.

Mermaids with the munchies.


22 responses to “Friday Fictioneers: Mystery

  1. You have the most unique imagination Sharon – brilliant!

    • Thank you so much, Gilly! I went through several possible ideas that struck me as too boring or too depressing or too much like something I’ve written before, before this one floated to the surface (sorry! ๐Ÿ˜‰ )

  2. watching mermaids shop ๐Ÿ™‚ that sounds like fun! enjoyed this

  3. Dear Sharon,

    I am still smiling at your story. Very nice. A small note…call it a wonderment or something…Would your last line be even more powerful without the word ‘the’? Let me know what your think?



    • Thanks, Doug! As for the last line – back in the mid-Jurassic when I was young, the set phrase was “the munchies”, an urge to eat random junk food. I’m really not sure whether plain ol’ “mermaids with munchies” is stronger or not.

  4. Dear Sharon,

    Yes, but how did they navigate the aisles of the supermarket? Being something of a self-proclaimed mermaid myself, I think about these things. ๐Ÿ˜‰
    Does this mean I have too much time on my hands? What a round about way of saying I enjoyed your story.



    • First off, I’m glad you enjoyed it, Rochelle! As for navigating the aisles, I fretted about that myself, and decided that these mermaids have tails so strong that they can get around on land by sort of hopping – they launch themselves into the air by pushing off with their tail fins.

      It helps that they have the carts to hold on to for balance; that’s why the mermaids take the carts off shore with them, out to where the water gets deep enough to swim away. Why does the store leave the carts there? The mermaids are very good customers, even if they do insist on paying with Spanish doubloons that haven’t been in circulation for a couple of centuries.

  5. Fantastic! Instead of anthropomorphising the carts, you led us on the trail of shopaholic Mermaids! Thank you.

    • Well, thank you! Actually, I don’t know why it never occurred to me before that mermaids would be shopaholics. They’re sometimes described as posing offshore combing their long hair – where do they get the combs? – and singing – how do they learn the latest music? Besides, being a shopaholic is such a girly thing, and mermaids are definitely girly! ๐Ÿ˜‰

  6. i did wonder where that was going for a moment, but it made me smile. Now i just need to figure out who keeps taking them for a ride around the park at night ๐Ÿ™‚

  7. That was fun, Sharon.


  8. Ha.. btw.. what kind of schampoo does mermaid use?

    • Let me think – years ago, Herbal Essence used to have a label showing a girl’s head and shoulders sticking up out of a pond while she washed her hair. She could have been a mermaid ๐Ÿ˜‰ – but then again, they don’t use that label any more…

  9. That was great! I tried to imagine it but it’s quite difficult. The real question is – why did they have the munchies?

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