Six Sentence Sunday
From "Swimming Through the Net," available next week
Swift-Current dived deep, using his trident to clear the tangling seaweed that threatened to ensnare him. A cloud of pernicious plankton tried to clog his gills but a simple single note of song froze the water around them. He thrust into the heart of the sea cave and saw the last obstacle.
The giant clam sat on sand stained green with the blood of other runners who had tried to steal from it. Swift-Current had studied the songs of their forays and knew what came next.
The clam opened and a rosy pearl, the size of Swift-Current’s head, lay on the pulsating meat.
Swift-Current dived deep, using his trident to clear the tangling seaweed that threatened to ensnare him. A cloud of pernicious plankton tried to clog his gills but a simple single note of song froze the water around them. He thrust into the heart of the sea cave and saw the last obstacle.
The giant clam sat on sand stained green with the blood of other runners who had tried to steal from it. Swift-Current had studied the songs of their forays and knew what came next.
The clam opened and a rosy pearl, the size of Swift-Current’s head, lay on the pulsating meat.