(Genre: Fantasy, 101 words)
“We got an open boat,” Joe said. “Old man Cassel was due hours ago. C’mon.”
“Paddling in that pea soup makes about as much sense as surfing a tsunami. You ain’t gettin’ me in that boat.”
“Is this about Nellie? That’s nothing but a campfire story.”
Heavy air shrouded them, erasing their shapes. The skiff knocked around in the choppy water like driftwood as they attempted to steer in one direction. The water swelled, pulling them toward the center of the lake.
Joe’s radio buzzed. “We got Cassell. C’mon back. Over.”
“I can’t see anything—”
Their final direction: under, below, beneath.
Do you believe in sea monsters? I happen to believe in them. Of course, I do. The sea is too deep for there not to be a monster. What do you think?
Thanks to Captain Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for commanding this ship, and to Georgia Koch for the photo!
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