A Siren in Midsummer

He met her on the beach in midsummer, when the days grew long and the air stifling, and loved her at a glance.

Her hair was raven-black, her skin smooth, the curve of her shoulders utterly divine. Her smile was like the sun itself. There were promises in the twitch of her lips.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered as he drew close. “More beautiful than sea and sun and life itself.”

She laughed. “Flattering and forward.”

“I am.” He bowed. “I’m taken with you.”

“Buy me a drink,” she said.

And he did. How could he not?

An hour they walked in the dying of that longest of the days, till the water grew red as blood and the shadows became grasping fingers.

“Will you be mine?” he asked. “Forever?”

She smiled. “Of course.”

She smiled still as the siren dragged her into the depths of the sea, into darkness never-ending.

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Word Count: 150

This is for FFfAW. Thanks to Priceless Joy for running the challenge and Michelle DeAngelis for providing the prompt photo!