“What the hell was that!” Helen demanded.
We’d both recoiled, whatever it was.
“Well I… I’ve no idea…”
A tiny, static-crackling, pitch-black orb
Had zoomed between us and exploded amidst a
Shower of sparks that briefly lit up the gloom.
“There it is!” Louisiana shrieked, pointing.
Helen, squinting into the near dark whispered,
“Oh yes, I see it, Darling… is it a speckley bird?”
Louisiana’s toy camera clicked.
“No! It’s the ghost of the fairy mermaid!
I told you she’d come back!”