A long-ago memory splashed mist into her eyes. Her mother used to read to her, something about big fish and little fish, red fish and yellow fish. These were of all sizes and all species, a colorful collection with little in common, other than the water they shared. Taryn felt like one of them, all alone in a huge and overcrowded fishbowl. She felt the weight of the water around her, swirling in from all directions, tugging and pulling. It took everything she had to keep afloat, to keep the stronger current from sucking her under.
After a lifetime of disappointment, she couldn’t believe how naive she had been, thinking she could find her past so easily. Had the frayed ribbons of her dreams taught her nothing?
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