Amber Warning

I never choose truth. So I ended up underwater. The guys gave me a crash course, told me to stick with Tom. I’ve lost Tom. He hand-signalled something when I pointed out the amber glow, then went in the opposite direction. I should have paid attention to the signals, but I got bored.

Before I discovered the glow, I felt uneasy. Now I dive deeper, enchanted. It’s pulsing, reminding me of a beating heart.

Strange. I thought the light would be blue, not the colour of burnt sugar.

Danger. That’s what Tom’s hand signal meant. Danger.

But it’s so beautif…

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This was inspired by two of the three Flash Fiction February prompts for today: underwater and amber.

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