Our prospects for work dwindled. Zelda was spending nights on the sofa sleeper in my apartment. Though I enjoyed her company and cooking, sharing a bathroom with her was nearly intolerable.
"Yolanda, from work, cleaned Colonel Strickland's office." Zelda offered as she turned hash browns one morning. "She overheard him talking about where he found the creature. She knew the place; she has cousins near there."
"Did Yolanda say if her cousins ever heard of a River God?"
"She didn't." Zelda compressed her lips. Those words dropped off into a moment that was as deep and broad as the Monterey Canyon. Zelda's stern brown eyes bored into mine. My scalp tingled. I ran my fingers through the hair that hadn't been there before Aqua Man.
A postcard arrived one day. Not in the mailbox but slipped under my door. There were only two things on it. My street address and a stamp from Peru.
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The Shape of Water CONTINUED
Science Fiction3,500 words - Fan fiction continuing The Shape of Water love story. Picking up where the movie left off, Giles continues his narration as he and Zelda journey to South America in search of their friends.
