Below is my 100 word (ish) submission to the Friday Fictioneers. Photo prompt this week is courtesy of Douglas M MacIlroy.
As always, comments are appreciated. I try to read everyone’s submission, but with submissions reaching triple digits each week, it’s sometimes difficult to get round to each one. Therefore, I tend to read those who I follow, or who like / comment my story. And finally, I also try for a random selection from the list.
The Friday Fictioneers are a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthrall and inspire both reader and writer alike. The genres and styles of writing are varied, so there is something for everyone to be found within its midst.
Just a quick word on this week. I didn’t expect to get a submission out as my family and I have been busy moving out of our house (Now successfully sold and completed) and into the in-laws. Just a temporary situation until all the paperwork and other such stuff is completed on our new home. Anyway, hope you enjoy the story, I’m glad I managed to get this one out in time.
Devils of the Deep
“What’s the gauge say?”
Looking to his dive buddy, Skip hoped there was time to finish. Salvaging the research rig had proved profitable so far.
“Okay, lets wrap up this corridor and head home.”
Skip watched as his dive partner swam away. Murky and dark, the corridor might reveal something of value.
Chuck’s transmission cut off mid-sentence. Confused, Skip flipped his comm.
Met with static, Skip peered uneasily into the darkness. Approaching slowly was Chuck, at least what was left of him. Behind Chuck was a creature so terrifying that Skip could only gibber incoherently, paralysed by fear.
As it swam past, eyestalks turned to him, then behind, and toward the hungry babies following in their mother’s wake.