The sunlight winked upon the water’s surface, sending secret messages to the bottom of the sea. There the mermaids scooped them up in long lost buckets and relayed them to whom they belonged. Who that is, I cannot say, but I’ve always dreamt of hidden sea beasts, impossible and mythical, whose deep sea movements become the waves that greet us on the shore.
in the war zone
“I’ve been hit!” he cried. Yet he didn’t fall. He just kept on stretching for the sunlight while his tree-blood clotted up the hole and kept the worst of the bugs out. A few years later only the tiniest of scars were visible, and he had acres of sunlight to himself.