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First try at the 15 min. ficlet..... *cringes*
OK so I tried the 15 min ficlet for this week. I don't know where it came from. It's uber-depressing and involves a death... It is non-fandom related and just me rambling...Click if you must...
Word: Deeper
She sat in front of the aquarium, watching as the brightly colored fish swam in circles. Through the water’s ripples she could see the other kids wavering in and out of focus.But mostly she watched the fish. They looked so pretty. She wished she could be there. When she let her eyes unfocus, she could almost pretend it was her in the water, swimming in circles under the gaze of the other kids. It came as a jolt when her teacher touched her shoulder to leave. And as they left, she cast one last desperate glance at the tank, hoping to hold on to that last vision of the fish swimming.
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She stood near the pool in her pink bathing suit, watching the ripples spread outward where the wind ghosted across the surface. It was chilly out and the area was deserted. Slowly, she walked to the pool edge and looked out across the water to the house, where inside her mother was watching soaps on TV and her father was sleeping. Clutched in her hand was a small plush dog. The only one she had ever had in her life. And with one last glance, she let herself drop in.
The water was cold, sending goosebumps to cover her arms and legs. With a final squeeze of the plushie, she ducked her head under, striking out for the pool bottom. Feet kicking desperately, she could feel her ears starting to complain of the pressure, lungs screaming for air. Any air.
The fish from the aquarium swam in circles in her mind. The filter hazed in and out of water-fogged eyes. She knew it. She was almost there. It would only take a while. A second.
She had nearly reached the bottom when she let out a gasp of desperation. And in her mind, the fish were there. Swimming. Always swimming.
They found her the next day. Little plush dog clutched in cold little hands…
*goes to hide in the corner*
Word: Deeper
She sat in front of the aquarium, watching as the brightly colored fish swam in circles. Through the water’s ripples she could see the other kids wavering in and out of focus.But mostly she watched the fish. They looked so pretty. She wished she could be there. When she let her eyes unfocus, she could almost pretend it was her in the water, swimming in circles under the gaze of the other kids. It came as a jolt when her teacher touched her shoulder to leave. And as they left, she cast one last desperate glance at the tank, hoping to hold on to that last vision of the fish swimming.
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She stood near the pool in her pink bathing suit, watching the ripples spread outward where the wind ghosted across the surface. It was chilly out and the area was deserted. Slowly, she walked to the pool edge and looked out across the water to the house, where inside her mother was watching soaps on TV and her father was sleeping. Clutched in her hand was a small plush dog. The only one she had ever had in her life. And with one last glance, she let herself drop in.
The water was cold, sending goosebumps to cover her arms and legs. With a final squeeze of the plushie, she ducked her head under, striking out for the pool bottom. Feet kicking desperately, she could feel her ears starting to complain of the pressure, lungs screaming for air. Any air.
The fish from the aquarium swam in circles in her mind. The filter hazed in and out of water-fogged eyes. She knew it. She was almost there. It would only take a while. A second.
She had nearly reached the bottom when she let out a gasp of desperation. And in her mind, the fish were there. Swimming. Always swimming.
They found her the next day. Little plush dog clutched in cold little hands…
*goes to hide in the corner*