The Fourth Installment of a Series

The watery depths hid secrets that told of human convalescence. Some sea creatures only showed their scales in the cold, when the water turned to ice and their covert kingdoms were safe from human hands. The broken and misplaced all had a place in this underwater toy chest. They wore shapes of different sizes, some with bloated flesh that mingled on their broken bodies from the years before, some with scars in the shape of tears that remained to remind them of their pasts, and all with a sort of forgotten haze that often clouded their almost translucent, beady eyes.

The winter which had caused the girl her wrenching death would be her saving grace, for these creatures took pity on their own.