Flash Fiction - A Midnight Swim

Sylvia dove deep into the frigid waters, breathing in the salty brine. Parched lungs expanded to drink in the chill as she shed the skin that had held her bound during her visit above.

She was glad it was over. Not that it hadn't been pleasant. Certainly she had enjoyed her time with Walter and the children. Even his prunish wife, Priscilla had been cordial this time, but the ways of the Drylanders were strange. What her brother saw in living in such a confining space was beyond her understanding.

It was good to be headed toward home again.  She dove deeper still, past the reef into the silky darkness. It took a few minutes for her eyes to adjust after they secreted their pressure film and again she was awed by the sheer beauty of the hidden city below.

It would be a long time before she wanted to leave the water again. Next Christmas, Walter would just have to come visit her…if he could even remember how to morph!
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*It was midnight when I started writing this story, which accounts for it's weirdness!

(Copyright © 2010, 2011 Jan Christiansen. All rights reserved.)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I like the weirdness. Very unique adjectives.