Another oldie, as I upload the parts of my oeuvre that don't violate 's TOS.
Note: A brief web search turns up a starling dearth of TS stories featuring non-metaphorical quicksand. I decided to rectify this, while responding to Doggyj0525's urban legend challenge on SentinelAngst within the context of an Oct. 2003 SentinelAngst themefic.
The October theme, paraphrased: Blair and Jim go their separate ways and are happy about it.
The urban legend: Quicksand actively sucks you down. Really, it doesn't (never tested this, though!)
Quicksand
by Helen W.
The pack has to go.
"It's been ages since we've even grabbed a beer. Camping will be great," Jim'd said.
What's been great is not seeing the inside of an ER regularly.
Sand is heavier than water. Once I get this pack off, I'll just swim out.
If only I'd abandoned my boots first thing. Or not taken a nose-dive. Couldn't have Jim find me without my boots, though, right? Had to look like I can handle anything, didn't I?
Okay, that's better. Doggy paddle time.
And - up - and - "Oh, hi" - out.
If he rescues the pack, I'll kill him.
THE END
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