Here is my Friday Fictioneer’s 100-word story based on the photo prompt below.

Photo by Claire Fuller:

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.



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