Little Fighter
You were one of a kind
Hidden Tracks is a series of stories inspired by songs that meant something when I was the right age to let them all the way in. Each one takes its title from a song and finds the fiction living inside it. You don’t need to know the songs. But if you do, I hope you feel what I felt in somebody’s basement a long time ago. Someone else understood.
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The summer we killed the mermaid, the town called it a miracle.
Mara Bennett went into the ground on a Tuesday under six inches of bad February snow. By Friday the town Facebook page was already calling her kind, devout, and a daughter of Blackwater Cove. Nobody mentioned Mercy Point. Nobody ever did. Last time we spoke, Mara told me there was no point stirring all that up now. Friday morning I watched people praise her under a picture taken twenty years too late, and I thought of the ropes on wet stone and decided she’d been wrong about that too.
So I’m writing this down.
That is not what happened on Mercy Point.
What happened was smaller and meaner than that.
