Fishtail Stories

He had been sitting in that little cove for far too long and the heat was starting to get to his head. He shouldn’t have been this close to shore in the first place but he was hoping to see his friend again, if only just to say hello.  He brushed his drying hair back from his eyes as he scanned the shoreline; still no sign of her anywhere. His heart sunk a little, it had been two weeks since he last saw her and he was beg...

The rules were: don’t go near the shore because humans were inquisitive to a point that was almost barbaric. If they caught you, it wasn’t so much a catch and release program as it was a catch and “hold indefinitely until your eventual stress-death from all the testing they put you through” program.  Fern, however, was inquisitive to a point that she could (and would) avoid capture by any and all means possible if it mean...