This is my contribution to the Weekend Wordsmith prompt. The word was float.
How did I get here? How did things get this out of hand? I thought I had it all worked out. Thought I could handle anything, fix all the mistakes. I didn’t fix anything. I only made it worse.
Mom always said I was cocky. She warned that it would get me in trouble one day. I guess that day’s came. Mom will know soon enough that she was right. Wonder if it’ll give her satisfaction?
They were thorough, I’ll give ‘em that much. No way in hell I can get out of these ropes. Not that it would matter.
I hope it’s over with quick. I’ve heard drowning is an awful way to go. Nothing more than I deserve though.
The water is freezing. Maybe I’ll freeze to death before I drown. No, I don’t guess that’s going to happen. After all, anchors don’t float.
3 comments:
wow.. i read this a few times, each with a different possible interpretation of what was happening, and why. ... the last bit "after all, anchors don't float" really stood out.
That's cool...that you got different meanings.
Angel, that's a fun piece. Nicely done!
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