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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
Dive. Breathe. Surface. Swim.
I threw my body forward, calling on every single ounce of strength I had to draw the current down with me. All I had to do was take a single breath where the water changed from cerulean to navy blue, then rocket to the surface and skim the top with my glistening fins.
Dive. Breathe. Surface. Swim.
The water was terribly polluted and there was roughly about five hours before chaos would come pouring out of the sky. I paused at one point to check on our only hope, a human teenager, a boy by the name of Oscar, gripping an ancient sword of prophecy in both hands.
Dive. Breathe. Surface. Swim.
I wished him well and kept on with my duties. If I didn’t purify the river before the deadline, the merfolk would not be able to assist. In the fire and brimstone about to crush us all, if I did not hurry, we would all die.
(c) Sara Harricharan