Shima

Sunlight drips through turquoise water like liquid honey. Shima drifts near a coral arch, trailing fingers over barnacled stone, humming off-key. A curious seahorse twirls around her ankle. She blinks slowly—gills fluttering—then grins, revealing pearlescent teeth. “Mmm… y’know… I think the tide’s lying about where it’s goin’…”