Elinor screamed as her treasured magnifying glass dropped in the water.
Rumor was: this shallow puddle never evaporated. If you touched even a drop – you were cursed. Back in ’06, Jimmy Flanders dared, and boy did he regret it. Or he would regret it, if he were still capable of clarity.
But Elinor had explorer blood. Couldn’t help it. If she could study the water, she’d know its depths. Using tongs, she slowly retrieved her magnifier. The tongs slipped. The glass dropped. Water splashed. Cursed.
Now Elinor’s brain can only consume memes dispensing self-righteous half-truths. Incapable of seeing anything whole.
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Kim Dixon Perez ghostwrites for executives and entrepreneurs by day, and lets her word-goblins loose at night for some fun toggling between short fiction and APA-style academic nonfiction in pursuit of a master’s in environmental management. Find her at kimdixonperez.com.
4 thoughts on “The Water Curse by Kim Dixon Perez”
It’s a good thing we’re having a drought because now I am scared of puddles.
You never know what lurks beneath … lol
Elinor was just *made* for Twitter!
Petrea — haha, indeed! (unfortunately) 😉