We exist in the stories we tell, in the space between our truth and reality.
Mermaids didn’t wear goggles and I didn’t either. It was worth the stinging redness, swimming with naked eyes wide open to the sun shimmering down through the water. I’d twist and twirl, my hair flying loose, smooth and sleek. Underwater I was beautiful.
I am a sucker for a fantastical tale. The Wi…