Story a day: 10.31.16

The ground made its feet burn.

How does anything live in this place? it wondered.

It kept sliding, trying not to let any of its seventeen appendages touch the hot ground for too long. Still, by the time it reached the water its skin had blue scorch marks.

A pond? A puddle? An ocean? It could not know. So it kept moving, submerging.

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