Aqualia

No one told me the communication box called a cell phone could be so entertaining. There were challenging things called games one could play. Some were harder than others. The creation even could allow one to watch movies or clips. Humans were so intelligent, they made the cellphone so it could also talk. For a small thing, the communication box was marvelous. 

It sucked that I could not return to the ocean with one of them. Maybe I could and would be able to keep it as a treasure. Even if he was not working. It would just become a trophy to remind me of my time on land. Mother kept most of her land treasures among her other possessions. 

No doubt, once I return home, merfolks would be gathering to hear my stories as much as they did to my mothers. One of these things would surely sell my story. Others would become envious. I used to daydream about land. It was far better than my fantasies. Sometimes far worse.