Saturday, January 21, 2012
We wind down slowly, inch by inch, toward the bottom of the sea. Headlights burst through the water revealing plants that dance to a tune only they know and fish wearing colors that only exist here. As we near the mouth of the algae covered cave it’s clear, by the presence of spear wielding guards, this will be no ordinary exploration. I look to Vince for answers, but he refuses to return the glance by looking straight ahead, seemingly enraptured by the vessel controls. After the swift docking, things happen so quickly I don’t realize at first that I’ve been betrayed, but when the restraints appear I’m sure I was right to slip the silver pistol in my ankle holster.Check out past Five Sentence Fiction posts here.