Flash Fiction Friday: Pool Shark
7:03 a.m. Unit 202 “There’s a shark in the pool.” Gracie’s clear blue eyes held fear, her mouth set in determination. “There can’t be a shark in the pool, sweetheart,” her mother said, a stray piece of auburn hair stuck against the sweat of her neck, an electronic tablet in one hand. “Honest, ma. There is! I saw it!” The girl bit her lip. Her mom looked up. “Honey, if this is your behavior, I won’t let you swim this early anymore. You may be alone in that pool, but that doesn