Sunday Drabble: Salt-water


Just playing little writing games with myself for amusement, but also to try and break out ideas and things.


A drabble, being exactly 100 words, is short enough to not tax my wee brain, but also requires some kind of precision of language in order to fit the constraints.  If you want to join in and write drabbles too, feel free to put them in the comments, or link to them.



Seventeen days sleepless. Man is a dream animal, and away from his natural sea he collapses inward. I am dehydrated by memory. I killed a merman on a urine-coloured beach. A necessity, I tell myself. My tokking guilt keeps me wakeful.

Twenty-three days. He was already half-dead, strangled by my nets. What was I to do? My heart pumps clotted blood through withered veins. Tok. Tok. Tok.

Thirty-two days. I am precise. I cut my beached heart free. Cradling it in one palm, I walk down into the shallows, my trousers rolled. My dry heart swells, drifts. And swims away.


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