The Blue Tail
By Kim Antieau
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Serena Blue has heard stories of the Old Mermaids all of her life, and she’s tired of them and her mother’s eccentric life in Santa Fe. She struggles to find her own identity after her boyfriend Stephen beats her. Serena travels to Oregon with her mother and her grandmother where she meets Annie and Freeman who comb the beaches looking for signs of the Old Mermaids. Serena learns that her grandmother believes she was once a mermaid before Serena’s grandfather forced her to marry him; now she longs to go back to the sea. When Serena discovers her grandmother was once in a mental institution after drowning her baby son, Serena is sure her grandmother is still crazy. Family secrets begin to unravel, and Serena isn’t sure what is reality and what is delusion. When Stephen follows Serena to Oregon, she has to decide if she will embrace her true wild self or return to her old life. Can she choose herself over her boyfriend before it’s too late?
Kim Antieau
Kim Antieau is the author of Mercy, Unbound. She lives with her husband in the Pacific Northwest.
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The Blue Tail
Kim Antieau
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The Blue Tail
Kim Antieau
Chapter One
CALL ME BLUE. Everyone else does. My birth certificate says my name is Serena Blue Rivers, but no one calls me Serena. My grandma Merry named me Blue. Not because I was born blue or because my eyes were blue, not even because my grandma Merry had the blues for as long as anyone could remember. She said she named me Blue because the color blue made her feel free. I didn’t know what that meant for a long time. As far as I could tell, Grandma Merry had always been free. She gave me the name Serena too. She named me Serena Blue, she said, because those were her wishes for me: freedom and serenity.
When I was about five years old, my mother Cara told me that the name Serena also meant mermaid,
as in la sirena, as in siren.
Stories of mermaids followed my family like stories of alcoholism or gambling or heroic deeds followed other families. Only in other families, those stories were probably true. But mermaids? It was the twenty-first century. Mermaids only existed in fairy tales. Or on my bedroom wall.
My mother was a painter. And she painted mermaids. Even when we lived in Boston with my father. Actually, it made more sense to paint mermaids when we lived in Boston, right next to the ocean. My mom left my dad when I was five and took me back to Santa Fe where she’d grown up, and she continued to paint mermaids. In the desert.
She was a portrait painter. She painted portraits of people as mermaids—or mermen. One tail or two. Your choice. Even though I didn’t like my mother talking about Old Mermaid Sanctuaries or obsessing about some other better place to live, I liked the mermaid paintings. I had the Welcome home, Serena Blue
mermaid hanging in my room.
My grandmother did not like mermaids. She had an aversion to them like some people have an aversion to snakes. She did not like going into my room because of the Old Mermaid painting on my wall. The mermaid had black hair, brown skin, and a shiny blue tail that somehow glowed night-sky blue in the dark. The mermaid held a sign in front of her breasts that read, Welcome home, Serena Blue.
My mother had painted the mermaid when she was pregnant with me. The sign had read, Welcome home
until my grandma named me, and then my mother filled in the words Serena Blue.
The mermaid on my wall was not a young mermaid. Or a little one. Her shoulder length hair flipped up at the end, and her green eyes were wild-looking. Her entire expression was wild—as if any moment she was going to leap, swim, or dive off that canvas into my room and take me on some kind of adventure.
My mother told me that when she was a girl, her mother—Grandma Merry—used to whisper stories about the ocean to her late at night. Mom would wake up to find her mother leaning over her, spilling stories into her ear, stories about mermaids and Old Mermaid Sanctuaries that were hidden in plain sight all over the world.
These are places where people like you and me could live, baby girl,
Grandma Merry told her. Where we could thrive, where other people like us live—people who are still wild, who are still connected to the great Old Sea and all the wild things. We could go to an Old Mermaid Sanctuary, baby girl, and be welcomed and never have to change our ways to be like everyone else, to fit in like a book on a shelf where all the books are the same shape, size, and color and when you open any of them they all tell the same story. Old Mermaid Sanctuaries are places where beauty, love, and magic still hold sway, where old is beautiful and young is becoming.
My mother would smile and kiss her mother and whisper, old is beautiful and young is becoming,
as she fell back to sleep.
My mother loved those stories. She told them to me as I was growing up. My grandma stopped telling them to my mother when Mom was about five, and now Grandma Merry didn’t remember ever telling stories to my mother or anyone else.
I didn’t mind the mermaids when my grandfather was alive. Sometimes Grandpa and I would sit in the plaza watching the people go by. He’d nod to this woman or that man and say something like, I bet she’s from the Old Sea. You can tell by the glitter in her hair.
Or, He’s definitely from the Old Sea. I heard bells when he walked by. Did you hear them?
I always said, Yes, of course, didn’t everyone?
even when I wasn’t sure I’d seen or heard anything.
Grandpa only talked about the mermaids when Grandma wasn’t around. We all knew Grandma didn’t want to hear any fairy tales about mermaids, especially fairy tales where she was a main character.
One hot summer day when I was about ten, Grandpa and I sat in the plaza watching the tourists lean over hand-made jewelry Native American artists had spread out under the portal at the Palace of the Governors. The sky was more blue than I had ever seen it.
I asked my grandpa about the Old Mermaid Sanctuaries.
Why’s Mom always looking for them?
I asked. Grandma says they’re not real.
Your mom has always been restless,
he said, ever since we took her away from the sea. That’s where she was born, you know. And your grandma, too. I was just an old fisherman who lucked into this family, although some would say it wasn’t luck; it was downright thievery.
Because you stole grandma’s heart?
I asked.
Grandpa grinned. You were always a quick one,
he said. No, I didn’t steal her heart. I stole her tail.
What?
You can’t tell your grandma that I ever mentioned this,
he said. Or your momma.
I agreed.
"Where we lived on the coast, in Bandon, Oregon, the mermaids sometimes came ashore, usually during the full or dark moons, and they’d dance and sing on the beach. They’d step out of their tails—most of them had two—like you and I would step out of our clothes. Only it was different. Hard to explain. It was a sight to see, I tell you. It seemed like all the colors in the world came alive on that sand. And the air had a kind of strange electricity in it. You just knew that anything was possible. After they took off their tails, they’d lay them on the sand, as though to dry them out, or display them for all the world to see. Oh, Blue, they were so beautiful.
I liked your grandma. I liked the way she laughed and danced. So one day I sneaked down to the beach and picked her tail up off the sand and I took it! She asked for it back. But I said no. I probably would have given it back, but she kissed me, or I kissed her. I’m not blaming her. I’m just saying we kind of forgot about her tail, at least I did. Her sister mermaids went back to the ocean and she came home with me.
What happened to her tail?
I asked.
I hid it,
Grandpa said. He shook his head. Wasn’t a nice thing to do. I guess I was afraid she’d leave me if she found it.
But she loves you, Grandpa,
I said. Sadness darkened my grandfather’s eyes.
He shook his head. It was wrong. So much happened though, and I just forgot about it. Forgot to tell her where it was.
You can tell her now.
He looked at me and smiled. I don’t think I remember any more where it is.
That proves it, Grandpa,
I said. I pinched his arm.
Proves what?
If you can’t remember something, then it was a lie to begin with,
I said. That’s what Grandma always says.
He shrugged and looked away from me. Must be right if Grandma said it. Grandma is a very wise person.
That was the last time Grandpa and I sat in the plaza together. He got sick soon after and died a year or more later. About then I told Mom I didn’t want to go on any more Old Mermaid Sanctuary hunting trips.
My friends went to places like Yellowstone Park and Disneyland on their vacations. I went to the Serpent Mound in Ohio or the Black Hills in South Dakota or some tiny town that had a beautiful three-tiered waterfall in it. Or a small coastal town in Maine. I guess those were interesting places. When I say it out loud, it sounds interesting. But I didn’t want interesting. I wanted not to feel my mother’s restlessness. She wasn’t at home in this desert; I wasn’t at home in my body. I never had been and when I started to become a teenager, I felt even less at home.
So Mom kept going a wanderin’, she called it. But I spent more of my vacations in Boston with Dad. For a couple years at least. That was all right. I hung out at the