Eighty Seven

“It’s pretty damn dark down here,” she thought as she felt her way along the bottom of the lake, “It didn’t look like this in Looney Toons or The Little Mermaid. How the hell am I supposed to tell where I’m going?”

She felt for the scepter with her toes and fingers and wondered how she could have gone through the trouble of obtaining gills without remembering to bring a fucking flashlight.