fic: darkcity, drabble

Saturday, January 3, 2009

breathe

Sam is breathing.

He is weightless, but his limbs are heavy. His shoes are anchors, while his shirt rises up, up, as if an invisible maid were helping him undress.

Sam is looking up. The sun burns his eyes. It's a broken, irregular thing, shattered into fragments because of the ripples. He reaches for it, but his hand doesn't move.

Sam is breathing. Sam is breathing water.

Sam is drowning.

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posted by Imaan at 11:47 AM

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