Wednesday, November 20, 2013

Day 20. NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo

The mist rose of the water in a slow, steady stream of choreographed dances, each unique, yet blended seamlessly with the next.  The water was calm.  No boats had passed by for hours.  There was a soft undulation of the surface.  It would have been hypnotic except it was too much like her to have an affect.  The undulations weren’t different from how she felt.  There was no contrast, the way a solid person would feel.  Instead, she sensed the undulations begin to pull at her feet, her knees, her hips.  The mist caused her stomach to turn and twist as it took over what little of her form was visible.  It climbed up her torso, across her chest and to her neck.  She could feel every chord of each—the waves and the mist—as it consumed her.  She took a final look at the sun to make sure she was heading in the correct direction, and then she was gone.

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