Rising Tide
The lukewarm water crept slowly up her legs. She scrambled back. Hit a towering wall. There was no escape. The water rose to her belly now. Her heart pounded. Fear spiked through her. Soon the vile liquid would be to her neck. Her ruin was imminent. Desperate for rescue from her bath, she cried, “Meow!”
Liberation
The light burned against his retinas, unfamiliar and unwelcome through clenched eyelids. After months of being confined, release was a shock; he thought he would never escape. Weak, he pushed up but the freedom was light on his clumsy limbs and over he tumbled. His mothers tongue rasped on his head and the kitten purred.
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