Sinking # Sonya #Three line tales 82, #100 words


We continued our descent and within fifteen minutes the only light was from our headlight beaming through the cold, deep-space-black water.

Dr. Anders suddenly cried, “Stop, stop a minute, look at that in the main camera, isn’t it so beautiful!”

We gazed in awe at the magnificent skeleton flowing, turning in a slow-motion ballet in the stark, artificial light, even shorn of flesh we could see it was a species never previously observed or classified by any other person, but in the knowledge that possibly our photos would help by adding it to the long list of deep underwater wonders.


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