A Drabble from a Rabble - Twenty Nine

 Thanks person who thought it would be a good idea to drag a Tumblr argument over to my writing blog, you reminded me to do this.

 Our theme today is The Sea.

Where Worse Things Happen

 You’re not made for this.

 You can’t support your own weight, you gasp and pant as you slither around, attempting to push yourself around on land with limbs made to push through water.

 Your eyes are dry, you fear that they’ll split and crack, but you can still see as you turn back towards the world you were meant for.

 A blue green blur gently lapping against the shore, looking so calm.

 If you could sigh, you would as you slither back. Back towards where you can breathe and move freely.

 Where the monsters live, and where you will die.