Green-Blue
From behind, they snickered. Crackled, until he fell out of his senses. And just so they could be dropped below the green. The dark green with a tint of the blue flooded the bottom. And his hair roughly ruffled in the wind as if he drowned in the bloody green-blue water. Stuck in there, forever frozen to death. He felt the breeze killing him from within. It was almost as if the storm had come to nab him. Almost as if the sky was green-blue too. Like the slapping of the currents, churning to only hit the bottom. They were waiting behind him. His blood might’ve turned blue just then, except for the redness inside thankfully. It was almost as if he heard crackling from in front, not from behind, taunting him just like them. Was it reliable, secure? He closed his eyes, like the way in the movies, he saw himself clamp his eyes closed, darkness encircling him. There was not red. There was not orange. Yellow too. All he saw was the blackness. He tried to think of something better but nothing arose from his remembrance. All he was, the little boy standing. Arms shaking with partially dread and partially algidity like he was being stuffed in a fridge. He looked behind. Looked back in front. And then, they pushed him in.
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