A Short Story Prequel to Water’s Blood
Copyright 2013 The Writers Canvas, LLC
By Elaine Calloway
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Droplet is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are a product of the author’s imagination or are used factiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
The first thing I remember was having an unquenchable thirst. That dry, bitter feeling that buries itself in your throat, begging for relief with an unrelenting stranglehold.
“Your name,” a strong and commanding voice spoke, “shall be Brooke.”
In the thick blackness, I couldn’t see anyone. Yet some form of liquid pooled around my ankles. Was I sinking? The rush of tiny particles under my feet must have sunk my body down by several inches.
“Where am I?”
I didn’t know who I was, what I was, but I didn’t want to sink into nothingness. The sheer will to fight had already been instilled, from the beginning.
“The Gulf Coast,” the voice said. “We’re at the edge, by the Water from which you were created.”
Created? I tried to think, tried to remember, but my memory was only minutes old. How had I gotten my ability to speak, my means of moving my limbs? This didn’t make sense.