 | Genre: Wee Story | Word count: 60 |
Quicksand
Quicksand? More like bloody slowsand. His head’s still sticking out.
The pit’s deep enough. I tested it with a long stick yesterday and it disappeared. I could do with it now, though, to push the bugger down.
It’s no good. He has to go under.
If I’m careful I can just… about… reach...
Almost…
If I stretch a bit furth–
HELP!
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