SF Drabble #376 “I Hate My Ex”

She was like a fish already, back on Earth. Where other people jogged or went to the gym, or Pilates, she swam. Had a lifetime membership at the neighborhood pool.

When the opening at the embassy on Isle came up, she was first to apply; she was chosen immediately.

Isle is ninety-six percent water. The one land mass, where the embassy is, is in the tropical zone. The temperature never gets above ninety-five or below seventy Fahrenheit. The locals are all ocean-dwellers as friendly as your average trained dolphin and she hasn’t worn more than a bikini in five months.

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