new flash fiction, (c) 2012 by C. N. Nevets
Like a firefly trapped in a jar full of petroleum jelly that's melted in the sun.
Like a snake that finds his head buried in the mud at the bottom of a still stream, unable to see the line between water and muck.
Like a bird flying through the fog as the air chills and the fog condenses into a mass of droplets that hang like a lake in the air.
Like an old man hose eyes are smeared with the thick oil of lubricating eye drops and whose windpipe is full of the chilly wetness of forced oxygen.
Like a child, trapped in the deepest ocean, smothered by his own asthma, grasping for breath, thrashing about for buoyancy, bobbing for air.
All there is, is to swim for it.
I hope he makes it! I love this idea of similes telling the story. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Michelle! Glad it worked for you! :)
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