A Fragment of What Was
Kicking, thrashing, I swam through a cold ocean. The tide strong, the waves rough, I fought on, half wanting defeat.
Then she came.
Pale, bloodless skin. Piercing blue eyes. White hair floating frond-like around a youthful face. Sharp, needle teeth.
She coiled around me, dragged me down with a single stroke of her scaly tail. As we sank through deepening shades of suffocating blue, her mouth found mine.
She breathed in, through her gills. She breathed out, feeding me air.
We were one.
I awoke on a distant shore.
Incomplete.
A fragment of what was.
I wait for completion.
- Category: Fantasy
4 comments add one below
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Jim M over 9 years ago
Great mix of myth and the very human fear of losing control to something more powerful
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Jim M over 9 years ago
Is the subtext there that I think is there?
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D.M. over 9 years ago
Yes, I wondered that too. When a drabble keeps you thinking after you have read it, so you read it again, that kind of engagement is one aspect of strong writing. Thanks!
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Jonathan Mills over 9 years ago
Thanks for reading all. The subtext is probably what you think it is - the original version of this story was going to be called "Hybrid" so - draw your own conclusions really. This way though, without a stated endpoint, the greater story can be pretty much whatever you want, which is undoubtedly grander and more fulfilling than anything I could have come up with. Thanks again for the kind words.
