Darn-Pour

The golden snake coils looked like stitches holding together the different colored waters on his form. I held onto them as he pulled me from the deep. It seemed as if rain rippled on his skin from all directions, but he told me that it wasn’t water I was watching. Something about his magics allowed one to glimpse the mythical Dei Drops—those Action Strands that connect us to people, places, and things. When back on land, he held out a finger and dripped light onto my wounds, healing them in short time.

© 2021 Kelly Ishikawa

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