[I wrote this story based on a prompt for the Penprints Flash Fiction Dash. Yay flash fiction! If you check out the Penprints site in early June, you will be able to see the stories from everyone who participated! The Penprints site is <https://rosalievalentine.wordpress.com/> ] Painted with Light Duomik slipped through the liner’s banquet hall, a poncho wrapped around him, bare feet sure. Despite the blasting warmth of the liner’s heating system, the floor carried a trace of cold. “That’s one of them—the divers,” a teenage girl hissed to her mother, abandoning her plate of fish. “Ask him!” “Excuse me,” the older woman called sharply. Duomik turned back, squinting against fluorescent lights and tourists’ stares. Skinny, pale, he was anything but impressive. “Does it work? The lights? Does it bring them out?” she asked. “It says in the brochure, na ?” Duomik wrinkled his nose. The stinks ...
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