The pinkish-purple tentacle reached across my palm, oozing and unfurling onto my wrist, caressing my hand upturned towards the starlit heavens. In reality, low gray clouds hovered over the dark waters, immeasurable depths. But not in the cove where we paddled our feet. Stretched down, my toes grazed rocky sand. Careful not to crumble coral or snag a stinging sea urchin! My anxiety quieted, communing with this wondrous, translucent creature with three hearts and eight mini-brains for eight arms. Perhaps sensing my nervousness she/he/it sought to calm me. The lilting voice of our diver-guide floated on the edges.
Fenny H. Lin is an emerging writer who is exploring her voice in fiction and nonfiction. She is seeking ways to write for impact.