Innsmouth Harbor

The monster rose from the ocean depths, its screech shattering the salty air. Ronald fed it a chip. Its tentacles writhed happily. “So this is what you do on Saturdays?” His date frowned, further increasing her resemblance to a duck. Ronald shrugged. “He’s friendlier than the seagulls. Bigger appetite, though.” “Actually, I should get going…”Continue reading “Innsmouth Harbor”