Flash Fiction: Blue

blue
She moved through the water like a mermaid. Ron fell in love with her the first time he saw her even though he moved through the water like a drunk octopus.
She dove for a living, taking surveys of fish populations for some government agency or another. Ron had always been terrified of two things: the deep sea and deep space.
Claire came home one day and found a set of tanks and some diving equipment that wasn’t hers.
“I’ve been taking lessons on the side,” Ron confessed. “We can go together now.”
“Together?”
“Together.”
Claire sighed. “Please don’t. The sea is my space. My world. My blue home. It’s private.”
Ron said nothing. The next day, an ad appeared on Craigslist:
Diving gear, tank, mask etc. Brand new. Free. Please just take it.
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