This is the opening of my short story Liquid Earth. A man wakes up to find the ground behaving like water, while everything on top of it still looks strangely familiar.

This is the opening of my short story Liquid Earth. A man wakes up to find the ground behaving like water, while everything on top of it still looks strangely familiar. EXCERPT When I woke the earth had become liquid. Everything on the surface oscillated gently over the now-fluid ground. Cars drove by, but the roads swayed gently back and forth, like suspension bridges. I dressed and walked outside. The grass, trees, dirt, and leaves all appeared normal. But when I stuck my hand into the ground, it rippled like water. When I removed my hand, everything returned to normal and my hand was dry. The liquid earth felt cold to the touch. The gentle breeze carried the smell of salt water and the ground made a smooth rustling sound as it swayed. People stood outside their houses; a few vomiting. Some dove below ground, resurfacing minutes later onto concrete, completely dry. I couldn’t make out the murmurs but something about shadows being seen deep below. Read Liquid Earth on Amazon: https://t.co/RIMekV8HEn