Lumpsucker realizing, to his shock, that Don Henley’s “The Boys of Summer” could be about a horde of young Sidhe predators who invade in the summertime, abducting all the pretty humans to be slaves in the underworld, leaving small towns desolate and longing for what they have lost, just as the glamour fades and, with it, all specific memory.
The books say these are also called “carpet sharks” because of their striking patterning, but I have to believe that the fact that they lay on the bottom of the ocean floor has something to do with it as well.
He dreams of her, larger than life, the time they spent together, days trickling by.
Awakening, he wonders if she knows how much she’s missing, how much she’s lost.
Fully awake, memory returns. He remembers the love, but he also remembers the other things.
He remembers the pushing, the shoving, the intensity of love turned dark and violent. In that moment, he knows what they lost but also what that loss gained. He knows that she made the right decision – the right decision for her, but also for him, for them.
As a general rule, I don’t like to post photos of dead things, but since I am unlikely to ever see a living coelecanth, here you go.
This is one of the last recently-living remnants of the lobe-finned fish from which some scientists no longer believe that land mammals evolved, though Wikipedia has not been updated to match the debate about the sarcopterygians, the details of which I am only slightly aware.
Long story short: all* the scientists seem to agree that land animals evolved from fish, but perhaps not fish that looked like this one.