“At night, the blue whale swims. His tail flicks the air and he floats like a balloon. Graceless, bumping, he makes his way through the gallery. Squeezes between pillars. Nudges through doorways. Pops explosively through a half-open skylight. Out, finally, he heaves a deep breath of rain-wet air. Freedom. Where to tonight?”
A very short story about a whale struggling to make it in London. Published by The Casket Of Fictional Delights. Read it online here.