Fish

The sea came in with her and her curved snout and her tin coloured barnacles and long threaded rose moles patterned on her body. The sea brought her and her curved snout and her rose moles and her eyes still translucent as if half aware and half unaware of the state of her body. The sea came in with her and her scimitar snout and her translucent eyes greying into stone. The sea brought her in, wrapped in seaweed and slapped her on the sand, all five feet of her with the armour of her scales and the filigree of her rose moles. The tide kept coming in but couldn't disturb her or her resting place - she was heavy. The sea fell back but even as the thin-edged foam line receded, it went to her once more with a supreme effort, rummaged among her barnacles and left.