Hai looked at the mess in the attic and sighed. Where was he supposed to start? How had his father accumulated so much junk in only fifty years of life? Hai grabbed a box at random, but it was heavier than anticipated. The whole stack of boxes came crashing down around him, their contents spilling across the dusty floor.
Groaning, Hai pushed aside some old shoes and sat up. As he looked around wondering what to do next, his hand brushed against something wooden and familiar. His old abacus. He remembered his father explaining that it was a family heirloom while teaching him to use it. He’d hated those lessons, but now? What he wouldn’t give to have just one more. As he clacked the beads absentmindedly, he suddenly realized he wasn’t in the attic anymore.
He was underwater in a diving suit. All around him as far as he could see were elaborate ruins. He reached out his hand to touch some nearby pottery. Suddenly, five octopuses that he hadn’t noticed before surrounded him, squirting him with their ink. He panicked. How to get back? He desperately moved the beads on the abacus he was still holding.
Back in the attic and in his old clothes, his pulse and breathing slowly returned to normal. Another long forgotten memory surfaced. His father was telling him a bedtime story about an ancestor who’d been saved from the fall of Atlantis by a passing octopus. Hai smiled. He’d surely find his way back to explore his heritage. But for now there was work to do.
Went a little over 250 and it turned out weird! Oh well. I wrote today and that’s what matters. (Also I added a couple of social media links! Yay!)