March 24, 2015
Almost immediately, her tail began ache on top of the tickling in her gills. Fish swam back at her, gobies and mollies, most swimming with the ceaseless current.
The river had narrowed to the point that, emerging on the surface, she could see both sides. Staring in shock, she was washed downstream almost back to the delta. She'd never been in such a small body of water. For a moment, she felt that the banks were closing in, but it passed as the current pushed her back.
When she realized how far she was being washed, she struggled forward again. This time the banks didn't surprise her, but she felt them closing, felt like there wasn't enough water.