fish - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
Below the ruffled water surface was a fish: small, barely a dart of silver, yet fast. Without visible effort it moved from plain sight, glimmering in the early morning sun, into the reeds before Talia could cry out that she'd seen it. A smile grew on her pale wintered face - spring had arrived.
With scales like the most delicate of armour plating, the fish made its way upstream, choosing the slower water of the shallows. Ryan moved his hand in the same way as it flexed its body, as if he wanted feel the same motion. As he stood there, feet in the mud, his eyes wandered too, taking in the pinkness of the belly and the stillness of the eye. And for that string of moments he tried to think like a fish, to immerse himself in the cold spring waters and experience life from an entirely new perspective.