This flash-fiction tale from Figurehead is about ways of seeing, feeling, remembering, and grieving. Or it's a ghost story in which someone is haunted by a loved one. It's a lot of things, packed into a small story.
The first person narrator speaks to someone that nobody else can see, and it gradually emerges that this person was the victim of a car accident that left the narrator disabled. The survivor is obsessed with the water in which the nameless Other drowned after their car went off the road. Improvised rituals involving water become central to the narrator's life. And while the lost love is still present, they cannot be touched, as they slip by like water through fingers.
Another excellent work of very short fiction. Carly Holmes is one of the most gifted writers I've come across in recent years.