Jara fled down the grand mall and slid into the side hallway that led to her sanctuary. She pushed the heavy door shut behind her and slapped her feet against it in frustration. She flung her arms across her face and floated in the water, allowing her wrasses to swim out as her long red hair swirled around her body.
Having lived with her since they
were small fry, the little red and orange fish were sensitive to her moods as
well as her physical condition. They swam close to her skin, brushing their
fins and tails against her in comfort. A couple swam around her face and sipped
the tears from the corners of her eyes. She touched each with a finger in
gratitude.
“You don’t despise me,” she
whispered. “I wish they could see me as you do.” She shook her head
fiercely. “It doesn’t matter. They’re wrong. I can keep up with the rescue
squad, and I know as much as they do about the two-legs.” She glanced down her
body. “More,” she breathed, her heart aching.
She swam over to the window wall cabinets
and pulled out the fins grouchy old Maveny had made especially for her. The
soft leather slid over her splayed, webbed feet and spindly, split legs as she
pulled it up to her waist. The gold mesh wrapped around and secured the leather
against her slender waist.
Her neck gills flared in satisfaction
as she swept the fins back and forth and propelled herself in a single powerful
stroke across the room. The wrasse tucked back in her hair, sensing they could
be left behind. Jara laughed. “Let’s show them I can do more than tend museum
pieces, little ones!”
Buzzing with newfound confidence,
Jara pulled open the door and swam out to join the rescue team. She was
determined that today she would join the rescue team and save another two-legs, even if they would
never be like her either.
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Dogs in house
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Houdini, Brindle
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Music:
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Spanish guitar
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Time writing:
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20 minutes
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July word
count:
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6,843
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