Microfiction: Cold Water

The water is cold.

No, I must not think of that. The water is refreshingly warm. It engulfs me snugly like a blanket on a wintery night. In no way can it harm me. The Deep Ones will surely see that I am one with the water. They will surely spare me when they finally surface, choosing to enslave me instead. I would gladly serve them, my aquatic masters. I only have to remember, that the water is not cold.

Another ten hours to go…


Word Count: 85

Prompt:

#TellTaleThursday – 4th April 2019
#TellTaleThursday with Anshu & Priya

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