Fantasy Drabble #19 “Red, Jonah, Margaret, and Me”

It’s dark and wet in here. And the stink…

The thing is moving, running: I’m being tossed around pretty good. If it reaches the water, I don’t know if getting out will still be possible. If it reaches the bottom, being inside the monster’s stomach will be the only thing keeping me from being crushed by the pressure.

I can’t do anything from inside. I have no sword, nothing to make fire. They’ll have to rescue me; kill it, cut it open, pull me out. I would say I’m not holding my breath, but it really does stink in here…

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