This post is written in response to the Friday Fictioneers Challenge. My story follow the picture prompt. To view other stories just click on the blue frog at the end of this post.
Come on kid and throw me the damn fish. Don’t look at your mother for approval just toss me the treat she put in your hand. Herring, anchovies, flounder, salmon I don’t care. I spent the last few centuries at sea and it was slim pickings I can tell you. I work hard for my food. Even Plesiosaurs’s can fall on bad times you know.
Ok! Ok! I’ll clap my flippers for you ok? I’m starving here kid so give me a break. I’m almost a skeleton right now can’t you see.
I tell ya, I get no respect.
Word Count = 99