Flash Fiction – Breathing (Stories on a Theme – “Stagnant”)

It’s like you can’t breathe.

You can. You are. You logically know you’re breathing.

But you feel like you’re drowning.

Breathing in water.

Alge.

Dirt.

You feel like you’re going to die.

You won’t.

But you feel like it.


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