Something sits ominously close. I feel like I should know what it is.
It's dark and grows larger and I grow near.
Finally, it looms above me. A ship has sunk!
There must be passengers who need my help!
I'm coming captain!
I wiggle into a hole in the darkened wood.
I am scared.
I retreat.
What am I doing?
I will remember this.
I remember it is time to eat.
One,
two,
three bites fill me up. All equally spaced.
Sometimes I am too full and I spit the third back out.
Sometimes the second.
And they float into the depths.
Down, down...
No food for me.
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.06 seconds at 4:19pm on Nov 05, 2024 via server WEBX1.