
The young man lay on the dock, chin tucked nicely in his fingers at the edge of the wood. “What’s it look like, under the ocean?”
A mermaid held onto the buoy just off the edge of the dock, anchoring herself in place. “The water distorts the comings and goings of light in a different way from the air. The deeper I plunge into the ocean, the darker everything seems, the stranger the colors.” She held out a hand. “Would you like to see?”
The man shook his head. “Nah. I couldn’t breathe under there.”
The mermaid chuckled, put the hand up to her mouth to hide her giggle.
“Maybe you do have all the colors in the universe, but I bet we got something you don’t.” He turned around, grabbed something out of a pocket, and showed it to her.
Her eyes widened. “Oh! It’s so yellow!”
The man…