Concept is simple. Set a timer for ten minutes and write based on the following prompt
Two divers leaving an underwater cave
Tourists, I sigh. Always paddling in here with their flippy flippers and flashy flashers. No respect for those of us who call this place home. How would you feel if someone came dog paddling in like a slobbering golden retriever and snapped photo after photo while you were taking a well-deserved nap?
I never should have let my husband Kelp-so talk me into moving into this cave. My mom warned me about the dangers of living in a high traffic area, but I was a young crustacean who let the ocean tide carry me away.
The divers finally stop puffing into their little tubes and swim out, lazily flashing a series of bizarre hand signals. I look over as my husband stretches his green arms back out. He has no issue napping while our neighborhood gets invaded, even after a diver picked me up one time & twirled me around like a drunk ballerina after the orchestra stopped playing.
The rest of our neighbors ease out of their hiding places. Twinkles, the starfish from down the corral, unsuctions himself and lets out a bubble of satisfaction. Out of all of us, he has it the worst. The two of us talked about pooling our resources to hire Bruce, the hammerhead with a reputation, to guard the entrance, but the rest of the neighborhood isn’t as willing to pitch in their hard-earned sand dollars.