Flicker's Beach Day
Flicker wasn't your average snapper. While his peers darted through shimmering turquoise waters, Flicker preferred the quieter life on the sun-drenched, rocky shores. Today, he was particularly prepared for a relaxing afternoon.
Perched comfortably on a smooth, grey speckled boulder, Flicker sported a pair of perfectly round, obsidian-rimmed spectacles that gave him an air of scholarly charm. In one fin, he clutched a rather dapper, cherry-red umbrella, unfurled just enough to cast a cool, sapphire-blue shadow over his scales, which gleamed with iridescent hints of rose and gold.
The gentle caress of the cerulean waves whispered secrets against the ancient rocks, and a warm, golden breeze ruffled a stray strand of seaweed near his nose. Flicker sighed contentedly. He watched as a tiny emerald crab scuttled past, and a lone, ivory seagull soared overhead against the impossibly blue sky. This, he thought, was the perfect way to spend a day – peaceful, picturesque, and perfectly shaded.
