How Everything Changes Nothing

Audrey, 23, a damp sort of a girl, trudged through early-eve drizzle. Soggy leaves. Ideas of holidays washed daydreams.    Scuba-diving – would she be able?    Had it been wrong to ask about holidays when the interviewer had asked if Audrey had questions? It hadn’t said in the advert.    Or skiing.    Can’t be that hard, just breathing through the mouth, isn’t it ... Curshhingkkinundunduncrultttduchdumdomdum ... Machines breathed into tubes. Flesh pressed against dry hands.    “Scuba,” she stirred.    “You’ve been in an accident, treasure. Three days we’ve been here.” Audrey hadn’t yet noticed what was or was not missing.

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