Sunday, January 15, 2017

100 Words a Day 999

“I’ve reached the whale,” Rich said into the radio.

His light was pointed at the white, bony scaffolding that had at one point worn the flesh, fat, and tissues of a whale a few months before.

“Looks like it’s been picked clean.”

He eased the throttle forward, circling the bones to verify his statement.

As the light roved over the great skeleton small, unnamed animals darted away from the circle of illumination, fearful that some predator had its eye on them.


Finishing his circle, Rich pointed his submarine towards his second destination, a strange cave exploding from the sea floor.

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