A Stagnant Walk Through Shallow Waters - A Short Story
As I laid down to fall asleep the last thing I heard was the static noise from the television and felt the early afternoon warmth. “The sun must be glad this afternoon.” I wondered if the sun would greet me with that same enthusiasm when I got up in the late afternoon that same day. I opened my eyes and instead I was met with the raging sun and a figure I couldn’t fully make out. It stared at me as I stared at it. I took a step forward, so did the figure before me. We were standing on shallow water. The atmosphere hissed but the figure did not flinch. The figure turned its back and began to...