Wet | A 100 Word Story

#210 SLAKE

As she was flung overboard by the choppy seas, she managed to grab the side of the ship. Water sprayed up around her.

She began to shout till a nearby deckhand grabbed her wrists tightly to pull her back up. But her arms were slippery and wet.

Suddenly, she was grasping the air, falling towards the waves. She closed her eyes to brace for impact.

When she opened them she was safely in her bed. Her left hand felt damp. She looked over at her husband soaking wet, and annoyed. An empty glass that once held water in her hand.

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SLAKE

Slaking your fictional thirst, weekly.

By Nathan Slake

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