What's that ? said the little red fish pointing towards the thick layer of lather and thousands of red fishes floating dead over the ocean.
Genocide, said the elder fish, pointing towards the humans standing at the harbor watching the mishap.
They have done it, Humans. That water coming from the opening is poisonous. We can die. That's why we are moving from here. To some far away place, far from Humans, unknown sea the elder said as she pulled the little fish back, escaping but with a fear in mind, what if the humans reach there too ?
Written for Sunday Scribblings. Prompt - Human