The Lure of Calypso.


She rode the back of a wave like a professional surfer, lifting, curling, arching her back, her body rose above the water and powered through tubes. When the winds dropped and waters were once again calm, she disappeared. Calypso was exhilarating to watch.

For the past year, a fisherman had been recovering from an accident. The trawler lay wrecked on the ocean bed, his body and livelihood smashed like the hull. Andrew was sailing back when a freak storm lifted his vessel and tossed him overboard. Waves smashed him off the rocks and spat his broken body to the sand.

Andrew was found lying face down with his clothes ripped. The body was unrecognisable, salt encrusted his hair and seaweed bound his feet. Wounds bled from every visible part of the man, his bones protruded from his leg, arm and shoulder. Swollen and unrecognisable, Doctors didn’t hold out much hope.

Many operations and procedures were undertaken to pin and repair the damage. Andrew had been comatose for several weeks before he was able to speak and let them know who he was.Through those early weeks, he screamed with terrors, his eyes rolled in his head as he called the name Calypso in his fevered sleep.

Once on his feet, much of his recuperation was taken up at the window of his Cliff top home. Searching and waiting, watching closely to each lick of the sea. Hours were spent looking at the coastline through the glass panelled front of the house. He sat and watched, hoped for a glimpse of her. With his grandfather’s spyglass in front of the window; he waited.

Slowly Andrew recovered and other than the strange hallucinations about that night, he soon regained his strength, only a limp and scars were left to remind him. No matter how much better he was, he could not get Calypso out of his mind. She was a mermaid-like creature that called him that night. She whipped up the sea to a terrifying crescendo then lured the semi-conscious Andrew to the shore. How did he know her name? Was he going mad? Did she really kick up the storm that almost killed him and wrecked his vessel? He couldn’t fathom why he would believe this. Not only his mind, but his own eyes challenged him as he struggled with the memories.

Every night that the moon was bright and the sky clear, he’d search the sea looking for answers. With the old spyglass propped on its plinth, he would sit and search. On one night in particular, like a magnet, he was drawn towards the window. Calypso appeared as if through a fog, he blinked, looked again as he fought to steady his hand. She put on a display that made him groan, his masculinity stoked, the desire was pumping in every pore. Knowing his sanity was at stake he forced himself away from the sight, but moments later he twitched and was drawn back. Andrew picked up his own eyeglass, hoping to get a closer view, but could not see anything other than the rippling sea. That was when he knew the catalyst was the old spyglass, it was as if she were inside.

The harbour masters glass had been bequeathed to him with the house and belonged to three generations before him. He grew up on the stories and myths of the sea at his Granddad’s knee. Stories he listened to and one day would pass on in tradition to his children and grandchildren, but they weren’t stories he believed.

Andrew frowned as he lifted the glass to his eye sweeping his gaze left to right, catching his breath at dark shadows. His chest tightened, breathing became ragged and his hand shook, as once again he saw her, It was like she was calling him. He heard the soft lilting song travelling through the air around him. As if she was putting on a show, Calypso arched her back and whipped her hair over her head, it felt as if she was looking straight at him when she beckoned him with her hand. He stepped back, shaking his head in disbelief, he went to splash his face and compose himself; he was afraid for his sanity . Logically she could only be a figment of his imagination, that’s what he had to believe.

Pulling on his coat he grabbed a cane and walked down to the Jetty. The wind whipped up a squall from nowhere and made his footing less sure. A grey sky dulled his vision, the shingle rattled with the waves as the sea growled with anger. Andrew’s sight was obscured by the weather, so he climbed wearily back the way he came. Taking himself to bed, he hesitated at the medication on his bedside; then swallowed them down.

A lousy night lay ahead, the exertion on the jetty left him in pain and weak. He couldn’t get Calypso out of his mind, events played out in his head. At last, he decided this nonsense had to stop, he was a rational man and wouldn’t allow the accident to change him. Andrew packed the glass into its box and put it in the loft. He finished his healing at his Mothers house, and soon his mind was clear and Calypso was forgotten.

Sometimes he hears an eerie song which catches him off guard. Just sometimes, the call of the Mermaid challenges his mind. On the night of a bright moon, a flash of colour can be seen out at sea. And once in a while, when returning tired from days on the waves, the spyglass has appeared on its plinth there in the window, and he can’t resist one last gaze.


This was my attempt at fantasy. Have you stepped out of your comfort zone?
Tried something new, If so what was the outcome?
Do you believe in Mermaids?
Leave me a comment I’d love to know.

23 thoughts on “The Lure of Calypso.

  1. My Dear Calypso aka Helen, first of all Your post is very good.

    But You have been Naughty again, in that You put SO many questions. One can understand Why Andrew had a hard time.

    As regards the Comfort Zone. Alas, since I can remember, the two of us have been at the Ends of the spectrum. Wickedly, Comfort Zone did not like my keeping this distance, and has ‘figuratively’ broken my bones, leaving me aching all over, and ALL the doctors in India have said that there is Absolutely No Cure for this. …But I shall show her, this Miss Comfort Zone. I shall take my tiredness to the grave.

    Of course Mermaids exist! I have found them in Dictionaries, Story books and besides, they exist in the fertile imagination of Writers and Poets!

    Till next time… 🙂

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  2. this your first story i am reading and it takes me on a course of its own, i could feel all of Andrew’s desires as he peered through the glass and hoped to get one last encounter with the mermaid….beautiful composition of words!

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    1. Thank you. It is my first ‘fantasy story’. On here I am trying new things pushing the genre boundaries. I am happy you liked it and hope you take a browse through my other escapades. Pleased to meet you.😇

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  3. I’ve come over from Jacquie’s party to visit your place 🙂 Jane gives some interesting critique. The way to fine tune skills in writing is of course to keep on doing it – and try different techniques. I would encourage you to give it a shot by re-writing this story and see what it feels like when you’ve pared it down. You might be pleasantly surprised – or not. You never know, till you try 🙂

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  4. Hi Ellen. I very much enjoyed your story and take on calypso. I want to know more, read more. I want to know if Andrew finds her and what develops 🙂 Great Job!

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  5. If you’re looking for critical comment, I’m no expert, but I think it would be better tightened up, trimmed down to the essentials without the repetition. You’d get more of a sense of mystery, holding the breath. I do a lot of 99 word or 200 word max stories and it really helps me to focus on what is necessary and what can go without altering the impact. Try cutting out all the unnecessary words in a phrase, then cutting out entire unnecessary phrases and see what you get.

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