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FidayFictioneers compose a 100-word flash of fiction. Come, let me swallow you up.
Nana had fashioned the window using discards gathered from the world’s seas and shorelines, each glass fragment part of another’s life: a dream, a love, a wound. Such a varied conglomerate became something bewitching to gaze upon and as Nicole fathomed the depths captured therein she noticed the frosted surface becoming more fluid. She peered closer and the glass began to ripple, then swirl, as if beckoning and almost on command Nicole extended a curious finger toward the pool. The touch was slippery and warm and grew more and more pleasurable as she was drawn ever deeper, inch by inch.