The river is so blue; I wonder how it became so blue. I bend my knees and cup my hands to snatch a sample. The water becomes clear in my palms, I love when it does that. I love when it slides through my fingers like droplets of silk avoiding my touch. The other first graders don’t know what water feels like, but I do. Our teachers tell us to stay away, to save it for the animals that need it. I want to bury my face in it. The wind picks up and the leaves on the trees fall into the stream. We don’t consume water. Water is not needed for our survival; what would it do? Where would it go? It draws me in. I lift my tiny palms to smell it, but it’s odorless. I don’t know what it wants from me. We feel connected.
I lift my palm above my head and release the clear liquid. It drips down the side of my face, outlining my chin. A droplet of water reaches my upper lip.
I breathe in. I want to taste it. I part my lips and bend my tongue upwards.
I blink the water out of my eyes. “Coming!”
The first snippet, just as I promised. To make things less confusing I thought I’d mention that water is prohibited to the Nekro Sapiens – Humans who have self-evolved past the need for drinking water.
I know it doesn’t give much away, but that was intentional. Feed back appreciated!