He packed up without a destination in mind, only knowing that he needed to get away for a spell. It was so dark down there, suffocating, honestly.
He swam to save money, flopping onto the shore most ungracefully, but too excited to care.
He was somewhere new and quickly found that he didn’t care for the gritty sand on his fins. Or his inability to glide over the beach. Or the way his gills collapsed without the water rushing through them.
I’ll just rest a minute, he told himself, feeling the sand rub the shimmer from his scales as he stared up at the bright blue sky. It was everything he’d expected.
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