Still. I must remain still. Any movement will alert my prey to my presence. When I do move, it must be quick, either to catch a meal or to avoid being eaten. It isn’t much but this is my life.
There are no other sole near me. I like to say I’m the sole sole - it’s trite but it keeps me amused while I wait.
I had a near miss a few months ago. A trawler let out a drag net; my friends and family all got caught in the nylon mesh. I survived.
I think I sense a shrimp.
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