What’s the story you can imagine for this picture? Here’s mine:
Where’d that creature come from? I’d seen them at the surface but never down here before.
Our eyes locked, and I pressed closer. So strange. It looked nothing like me and yet I could see something recognizable in those tiny eyes.
My brother clicked behind me, and I clicked back.
“Don’t waste your time with that long-finned fish.” His clicks crackled like sand abrading my skin.
“I don’t think they are fish.” I flicked my tail to move closer and hit something smooth.
The creature reached out one of its fins. I tried to touch it with my nose, but it felt as smooth the area I’d hit above it.
“Let’s go!” My brother spun away.
To the creature, I clicked, “I’ll be back.” I turned, my head full of questions.