“What are you doing?”
“I don’t want them.”
“But, that’s what makes you, you!”
“I don’t think so. These are unwanted restraints.”
“You are being unreasonable. What wouldn’t your human friends give, to lead a life of yours! And you are giving it away?”
The little mermaid stared square into her sister’s eyes for a minute. Having made her decision, she dropped her gaze, and continued sawing through her fins with desperate precision.
Clipping her fishtail short, “good riddance,” she uttered, smiling.
She wanted to see the human world–experience the sun, the moon, and the blue of the sky that cocooned the earth; like a pearl within an oyster.
That night, however, as she plopped to the beachfront, the nightscape was smeared with the bloody screams of the helpless impaired mermaid. Her dreams tightened around her own neck forming a noose, and she suffocated to death in its airy expansive interiors.
(Sometimes, our wishes which drive us into seeking desperate measures, may as well turn out to be curses.)