Water God

I am ancient now.  Not so old as the land, but older by millennia than the fragile flesh that surrounds me.  I have watched them from their fledgling youth, teetering on uncertain feet, coming to me for sustenance, never daring to venture far.

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Water Wings

For as long as she could remember Miriam had been “slowpoke”. The early polio, and later callipers on her legs had given her an awkward gait. She had tried to fit in with the others, waddling eagerly behind the tumbling, giggling group of friends.

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