Michael J Coward

A drowned land

It was a choppy day and the currents were stronger than usual, so much so that even in her diving gear and flippers Kiera had to keep her feet together and kick like a mermaid with all of her legs hips and core. She had dived down and found the remnants of a dirt road hidden in among the towering seaweed forest that was creeping unstoppably inward, conquering land that, not too long ago, had been above the waterline rather than thirty meters below it. The path led to a large house, of which the rooftop and collapsed remnants of a chimney stack were all that was visible above the reaching tendrils.