Prompt courtesy of Madison Woods. Follow the link to see the picture and to read many other great super short stories.
The slow-moving river was halfway up to his knees. The water was cold. Raccoon’s toes squished in the mud and sand. He looked toward the sun, eyes closed tight, arms stretched out before him.
The bruises on his arms screamed. He scooped up handfuls of the river and splashed them on the purple swellings. Goosebumps rose.
Something scraped against his toes. Raccoon bent down and fished out an oyster. Fantasies of pearls, riches and escape swirled in his mind. He slipped his fingers between the shells and pried it apart.
It snapped open and was as empty as he felt.