The Depth Beneath Stillness: A Flash Fiction Tale for FFM Day 3

The day the diving board cracked beneath my feet, I realized how fragile belonging could be. Now I stand on the terrace, an exile from my own black-tiled pool, its obsidian water rippling under the moon. My twisted leg denies me its cold embrace, but memory stirs—a slick creature brushing my calf, a thrill of fear and triumph. Tonight, I watch, half-hoping a spectral fin dares me to remember, though only ripples answer.

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