For years the stained-glass dolphin has hung in the window of Stacey’s grandmother’s house.
It has never felt right to see a creature so spirited hang frozen in a house so subdued. “I’ll set you free,” Stacey would whisper to it. And now, with grandmother out of town, it’s time.
She removes the ornament from the window and drops it onto the floor. Blue glass shatters and skitters across the tiles.
Remorse clutches at Stacey’s heart. Why did she ever think it could work?
But then she spots a silvery-grey shape amongst the blue shards. She scoops it up gently into her palms and watches it writhe.
“Let’s find you some water,” she tells the little dolphin. “Then it’s back to the ocean where you belong.”
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