When Nigel Met Sarita

Prompted Flash Fiction (amoeba, hair-tie, aisle seat)

It wasn’t the amoeba’s fault. The amoeba in question was, in the beginning anyway, an ordinary specimen of Naegleria fowleri—Nigel for short, because Nigel is way less of a mouthful—floating about in warm water and eating bacteria when Sarita came splashing by on her morning swim in Rainbow Lake, which is not in fact made of rainbows, but of water, and …