Aquarelle
flash fiction by Phebe Jewell
She misses her fins most. One minute she’s turning in warm thick seas, the next squeezed through a narrow tunnel out to a cold wide space. Lights. A hard slap. Fingers prodding her. Her body has changed. Heavy. She needs air now.
Fists uncurled, her starfish hands explore this hard-angled place. She dives into sle…