merpup ficlets

perfectly still, minus my fins flaring curiously, hands buried in a layer of sand, as i stare at the fish in front of me.

it's small, white, and covered in red crisscrossed lines, with a long snout. its eyes look more like they're attached to its head, compared to being in it.

i tilt my head at it, and it swims away.

i pause and blink, before gently lowering myself back onto the ground, sand flowing into the water around me as i do.

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the chill in my bones gives me life, i think.

i've never know anything besides the cold & the comfort found in its encompassing darkness.

the world is different down here.