Scrod

With rubbery grin & saltlick hair he wheels through the frozen fish section, a veritable whirlpool of waterlife. He coughs on the thick stench of coral reefers, poolsharks packed in like sardines. He comes to rest on his hunches as sweet mermaid Marian bats an eyewink. "That's one hell of a grotto booty," he smirks in thought. "Say," she counters, "is that a dorsal fin on your back or are you just happy to..." et cetera.

She lures him on with wiggle of tail, back to her penthouse aquarium where he flounders in conversation, nervous with jellyfish in his belly, a barely concealed yearning to harpoon her. Champagne uncorked with lobster claw, he strokes her fins as rain treacles down the pane.

Morning on the seabed, the sunlight makes her crabby. He bids her farewell & crawls back into the slime.

Alice Down the Well