moonlight sashimi – swim, hunt, find

And he swims.  Like crazy, like it’s the first time in his life.  Like a guided missile, like grace.

To his mate.

Except there’s something wrong.  Dimly, shark-brain can remember snow — a strange, alien concept, of solid, floating water, drifting through the air.

One might as well conceive of solid air, to shark-brain.

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