We Used to Wake to Song
ShortStory 2,217 words Recommended by 1 award/anthology source
"Salty swell over my head, tugging me back, the raw and tender creases of my elbows against the forearms they're linked with. Brine up my nose, in my mouth. The anchor of my feet in the sand holds me fast with the rest. The water recedes and we breathe, a staccato, asynchronous gasp."
Content warnings 3
body-horrordeathsuicide
Quasar links out; the story lives on Apex, where the author gets the click.