Here is my Friday Fictioneer’s 100-word story based on the photo prompt below.
by Gretchen Fogelstrom
All day I could feel her. I felt her movements below the surface flow through my arms.
I couldn’t stop.
She needed me.
She needed to emerge.
I needed nourishment. I turned, only to discover I couldn’t leave. I turned back.
She was not alone.
Now there were two. They were caressing, loving each other. I hated him. He wasn’t supposed to be.
Now they needed me.
But I wouldn’t let them escape. She was mine, not his.
They would not emerge.
In one quick movement, they became she and my pounding heart began to calm.
But as I raised my eyes to the destruction I had committed, she had become he.