I opened my eyes and found myself standing under the sea. I held my right fist up and opened it to find flour in my palm. I needed to get to the surface to save what was left of it. As I closed my fingers over my palm, wisps of the pearlescent powder escaped from my clutches. I kicked, towards the surface suddenly needing air yet I was so far from the waving light of the surface. The flour in my hand was thinning in my grasp, slipping through my fingers as I struggled to not inhale the smothering sea water or releasing my fist. My fist, a knob, an amputated limb. Present and mostly useless. Holding on as only but a scarred reminder.
Loh Esther, Singapore
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