She looked as though she’d spent her whole life in the sea. Her hair was coarsened by sun and saline, and she was all freckles and the ropy muscles of a swimmer. None of it concerned the prince.
“I know you can’t talk,” he said, and offered her a notepad. “Perhaps you can write.”
She smiled back, her teeth looking oddly nacreous, and picked up a pen. She scribbled the whole story down for him, and when he’d read it all he took her in his arms and gave her a kiss.
“That was easier than I expected,” she said.
Author’s Note: A 100-word version of The Little Mermaid requires plot shortcuts.