“Sweetie, what’s wrong? Why are you upset?”
“Gillian said today that I’d never be a good swimmer.”
“What? That’s nonsense. You’re just a bit younger than her; your feet still need to grow. I bet, by this time next year, you’ll swim faster than her.”
“You really think so?”
“Of course, sweetheart. Don’t worry. Now let’s go get some lunch. How about tuna?”
“Tuna sounds great!”
Bubbles sucked clean salty water into her gills and grinned, revealing four rows of teeth. By next year, the webbing on her feet will be complete, and she will swim as fast as Mom!
Originally appeared in Friday Flash Fiction (100-word stories), November 19, 2017.