ephemeral ; a yoonmin short story

blue

this time, it wasn't an enclosed box. just a blue ground. with a blue sky.

in the distance, he could see an end to the blue floor.

he made his way the edge, but underestimated the distance between it and his feet and only stumbled right off.

it wasn't a long fall, but at the bottom was only water as far as he could see.

then he was one with the water. and he couldn't escape.

the more he struggled the less time he had.

but he didn't give up. he flailed his arms but didn't go anywhere.

he struggled and struggled until there was nothing left of him to struggle with.