‘Tom, look. Clean, d’you think?’
‘Dunno. If it isn’t, we’ll purify it.’
‘I wanna go swimming. I’m so grimy the rats wrinkle their noses at me.’
‘Well, if it’s contaminated, you can’t swim. If it isn’t and you go in, it will be.’
‘Oi! It’s not that bad.’
‘I’m sorry, Lana, but you are grimy.’
‘You, too.’
‘Yeah, but am I complaining? All I want is drink until my blood turns to water. But…’
‘But what?’
‘Well, here’s all this water and nobody to use it.’
silence
‘I hate you.’
‘Hate me, then. Better than watch you catch something lethal.’
***
Written for this week’s Literary Lion prompt: water.
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I like the characterisation of these two. Quite a feat in such a short space of time.
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Thank you 🙂
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Very well done. I remember having similar conversations down at the lake property my grandparents had.
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Glad you enjoyed it – thank you for reading!
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‘All I want is to drink until my blood turns to water’ THere’s something intensely poetic about that line, nice work.
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Thank you! You picked my favourite line there 🙂
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