The Call
- MainLineWritersGroup
- Jun 2, 2015
- 1 min read

The siren's call lures the diver to her ocean cavern. Her voice is melody, her touch icy, her teeth sharp. The diver nears; she weaves her song, smooth like silken cloth. He swims close enough to touch; she drinks his soul, his life her feast, enthralled in a watery grave.
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