Inside, the diver’s helmet is a head. Inside that, a dragon and a plan of a spaceship, and a shipwreck. Fronded seaweed curls lazy in the current, merfolk tumble and dance. A sunken treasure chest with bands of iron lies beside a starfish. He reaches. From deep in the rocks an octopus tentacle, pink and sinuous, lashes out.
Outside, a hand lashes out, grabbing the slinky tentacle.
“How many times have I told you to leave my stuff alone,” a shrill voice cries. “For God’s sake, that’s my dil ….. igence.”
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