“Hey, what’s this?” A huge metal chain was attached to a pole in the sand. He followed it, and it disappeared into the water. “A sunken ship out there, maybe?” Paolo mused, shading his eyes.
He turned back to the end attached to the pole. Pushing, pulling, and digging, he freed the rusty spear-like pole.
Paulo froze, horrified, as two eyes and flippers appeared. The land under his feet transformed into a gigantic flounder. It slipped underwater, to plunge back to its home at the bottom of the ocean. Paolo was never found.
Thank you, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple, for hosting Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words or less. Everyone is welcome to participate in Friday Fictioneers by writing your story and connecting it with the blue froggy button below.