The Siren’s Bones (1)
On that relentless wave of the final contraction a baby girl was at last delivered. She was still inside the amniotic sac and when the midwife broke it open she flopped out like a tiny porpoise. The nurse said a caul birth was a sign of good fortune and indeed she was a beautiful child at first glance. Outside, the wild Atlantic storm had finally broken and when the infant was taken to the window for a closer examination, the sunlight glinted on her wet hair like green gold. It was then observed that three fingers of her otherwise perfect little right hand were webbed…..
Inspired by a trip to Point No Point