Title: "Her Own Fairy Tale"
Author: Kat Lee, formerly known as Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary: One has her own fairy tale now, but the other wields a broken heart.
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Author's Note: 244. That's the number of stories that were sitting on my hard drive collecting dust because I lack the energy and time to take care of them as I once did. My betaing pattern has always been to write, then type up if written on paper, the story, read it aloud to my beloved Jack and our children, editing as I go, and then finally format and post. Sadly, this part is simply taking too much of my time and energy, and my beloved Jack and I have too little time together in person these days to be able to keep up with my stories. So what to do? Give up writing? I actually considered it for a while, tried to make excuses to myself other than the large number of stories collecting cyber dust on my computer, as to why I lacked the energy and Muse to write new tales. And then, with the turn of the new year, I decided to stop running and face the problem. The problem is, quite frankly, that once one gets so bogged down in formatting and editing that writing is no longer a pleasure but the actual posting of those writings becomes a hassle and - egad! - work, it's time to cut something out, and that will never be the writing process. So, in short, yes, there will be mistakes in this tale. Yes, it's missing about half of the header information I usually include. But I wrote it for pleasure and am posting it in hopes of sharing that pleasure with others. Do with it as you will.
She hangs the strings of shells on the parapet overlooking the water. She twirls the shells around her fingers as she remembers finding them, when she was a child, on the shore. She's often wondered who made them and left them there. She'll never know now, but that's okay, Belle thinks as she leans back into her husband's loving arms. She's got her own fairy tale now.
Adam hears the water splash but thinks nothing of it. Nobody knows the pain of one redheaded mermaid as she swims away, furious that Belle's stories will forever be told indoors from hereafter.
The End