Sylvie pulled the kelp tight about herself, denying the playful tide’s tugging fingers. She’d been dallying with the squid boys again.
“Water’s mighty warm, Sylvie. Why you gotta swaddle yourself so?”
“Jus’ feel like being contained, mama. Don’t wanna dissipate into the bay.”
“Now I swear you musta got that strange thinking from your other mam.” She shook her head, golden hair drifting into a soft glowing halo. “You’re a queer sort of ‘maid, young ‘un.”
Not so young. Not too young to feel that itch, or have to hide the sucker marks those shameless squid boys liked to leave.
Author bio: John Xero almost certainly got his strange thinking from his mam.
Short thoughts: @xeroverse
Longer ponders: xeroverse.com
Maid is part of 101 Fiction issue 12.