‘And what are the wheels for?’ she asked, flipping her tail to sun the other side.
‘They’re so that I can get around on land.’ He wrung his hands in his lap, wondering if she would question and pry and judge.
She only raised herself higher out of the water and gave the wheel a tentative squeeze.
‘On land.’ She said the words like a prayer.
With effort, he stood up and stepped aside from his chair, though the pain made him grit his teeth. ‘Why don’t you try it?’
Another microfiction for Mastodon! Image by StockSnap from Pixabay, used under Pixabay License.… Read more
There is a woman drifting in the deep.
Her eyes are closed, her limbs loose and floating. Fish dart in and out of her hair. Many-armed things probe her face with curious curls.
When she feels the sunlight rippling across her face, she is weary because it is about to begin again.
She will be fished from the water and forced to glare and bare her teeth for their pleasure. They will scour the scales from her skin and rip the coral from her scalp.
They think because they found her, that she belongs to them.
When she lunges for the ocean, they will hold her tight.… Read more