Dad’s nimble fingers
Pared apples into half moons
Crisp floral sweetness
Blue sky masquerade
Sunlight coaxing buds from soil
A fraudulent hope
He’d seen lights, bright beneath the waves, but couldn’t swim.
“Resistance is always an obstacle. Luckily, we can be… persuasive.”
“Search and rescue’s over,” he grunted. “It’s just recovery, now.”
A low tone hummed in his ear; groggily, he remembered the blast.
“Ignorance is an advantage.” He glanced at the new recruit. “Lucky you.”