He hated water. It was untidy. It moved around. You couldn’t pin it down, and that was his purpose in life. Measuring and charting, making sure everything had its proper place.
Now, continents moving or mountains rising – those were different things altogether. Those were fascinating. You could chart not only what was, but what would be!
But water was … flighty. He wished all water would evaporate off the face of the earth.
It would have incensed him to know that when his wish came true, the sun would melt his planet, leaving only foam floating on a sea of fire.
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Inspired by T.Mastgrave’s story challenge: Cartography.
Stray Thoughts 