I could tell by her mouth that the woman was a dolphin.
Even at rest, her generous lips curved into a natural smile and folded to a tiny downward tuck at each corner.
“Swimming!”, she shouted, when I asked her favourite pastime.
“Fish?”, I offered, hoisting a mackerel from my bucket.
In one bite she snagged it, almost taking my fingers too. Then she kissed me on the nose and leapt away.