She picked up a spiral conch shell and held its flared pink crevice to her ear. The noise around her drowned and dissolved into a gentle lapping of waves.
She was in a skiff, floating on the sea, her hand immersed in the water feeling the cold swirling ripples. Her face aglow with a soft golden hue emanating from the slice of the tangerine sun rising from the ocean. The bluish-grey hills on the shore were curtained off by a thin wall of mist.
“Mom!” A familiar voice reached her ears.
“Lost in a daydream again? We haven’t seen the entire aquarium yet.”
Written for Friday Fictioneers
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