For Fandango’s Story Starter #13, where we build something around the following phrase:
Cold and wet, tired and exhausted, she…
She was born with a whimper. A simple result of physics, as her mass became too great, her bonds too weak. Slowly, gently, she slipped away from her mother, destined for her solitary life of adventure.
Her arduous journey began in the Arctic Ocean, where there were many like her. She was neither big nor small, and she moved with the current. A quirk of fate took her south, into the Greenland Sea. Slowly, imperceptibly, she drifted along the coast of this frozen land, before once more finding the open waters of the Labrador Sea, and the wild deep of the Atlantic. There were fewer of them now. Some raced, some straggled, still more discovered different directions. She drifted at her own, lethargic pace.
Still, she followed her master’s changing whims. She was destined never again to visit her birthplace, but to float in solitude in the vastness of her new surroundings. Until one dark, starlit night, cold and wet, tired and exhausted, she felt the rage of the Titanic’s thunderous engines bear down on her.
Mister Bump 
What an interesting and fabulous twist.
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Thanks, Misky. This wrtote itself after I slept on the idea last night.
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That’s a mighty fine sleep you had then. I wake up, need to empty myself, go back to bed, and then my head starts rhyming words. FFS!
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A totally unexpected twist.👍
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I spent a while last night trying to think of an unconventional way to respond, and this germinated overnight.
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👍 Worth the wait!
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Very inventive story, Pete. An engaging read.
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Yeah, I liked this one. Plus, it was short. That always helps 🤣.
It seemed the obvious thing, the prompt was talking about rain. So I racked my brains, what else is cold and wet?
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