![]() He languidly swam into schools of panicked tropical fish, pelting him as they rushed past. Could it be? His excitement mounted. A dark maw centered in a spiny grouping of rocks. Two mighty kicks and he was inside, feeling his way along spongy pulsating walls. They constricted, swallowing him whole. Lisa H. Owens Inspired by an Inner Circle Writers 50-Word Flash Fiction Friday December 3, 2021
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