Micro/ Flash Fiction Theme: Smoking Fish
“Urk, what’s that smell?” Natia gagged. The odor reminded her of burning tires and the sea at low tide.
“That’s why I told you to put your mask on before we arrived, newbie.” Sonya snickered.
Both women entered an opulent room with a pool in the center. Several mermaids and sirens lounged about, puffing on pipes.
“The mask isn’t helping.” Natia’s eyes watered.
“Trust me, it’s working. Now, smile.” Sonya pulled out the drug, Lovers Breath.
Natia reminded herself that she needed this job. If she had to serve these– smoking fish– to clear her debts, so be it.