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Soon enough, the womangirl began to notice all sorts of things below the surface that darted and flickered and caught her eye. Shimmering scales reflected in the sunglow, and sure enough, the womangirl realised a small golden-orange fish had been swimming alongside her, loyal and persistent. Frogs leapt from expansive lily pads, eels wriggled throughout crevices, and something that didn’t quite seem fish nor human eluded eye contact. Funny, the womangirl thought. While some homes are falling apart, some homes are expanding! Even funnier, she continued to herself, one could say I’m ‘pondering’ the situation! Ha ha! She rowed past the church, sinking but standing tall enough to peek out beyond the water line.

Slamming is such a hard sound, but there’s no slamming down underwater. Just gentle drifting, floating, everything must be calm, smooth, slow. Bernadette didn’t know that there was mermaid in her blood, so when she awoke to find that she was breathing underwater, she thought she was still dreaming. When her dad told her the truth - that the family long ago mixed with some mermaid blood and they now retained some water-dwelling abilities, such as the gills on her neck she’d always been told were a birth defect, Bernadette felt so betrayed, so infuriated, that she stormed out of their living room - well, swam towards the door - and she slammed the door as best she could, which wasn’t very well. Years later, she would come to realise that her dad had simply been trying to protect her.

Many years ago, long before the womangirl was catapulted into being, there was a drought. River beds ran dry, beaches were simply pebble and sand, and grass became so brown that for years, young children never understood the phrase ‘the grass is always greener on the other side’. They thought it was like saying, ‘the sky is always redder underneath.’ Just makes no sense. Those children, who were now elderly citizens, marvelled at the Womangirl’s flood. It twinkled, glittered, and flashed outrageously in the sunlight, and one resident could have sworn that it winked directly at him. Just when you think you’ve seen it all...

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from The Womangirl's Flood, released February 12, 2021

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Hel MacCormack is a 25-year-old writer, composer, lyricist, performer, and comedian from Liverpool, currently based in North London.

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