“New Skin” Writing Prompt: If you could spend the next year as someone radically different from the current “you” — a member of a different species, someone from a different gender or generation, etc. — who would you choose to be?
If I could spend the next year as someone radically different from the current “me,” I would bid farewell to my fellow land-dwellers and retreat beneath the surface of the sea.
I would exchange my two legs for a single, powerful tail that would propel me through my cerulean horizonless world, steering me along my quest for all the right adventures.
I would trade my fair, sensitive skin that betrays my every blush for a sleek, grey armor that is somehow hard and soft at the same time, deflecting any and all resistance in silky defiance.
I would give up my button-nose for a bottle-nose, which I would brandish proudly but not snobbishly.
I would do away with my feeble arms altogether and wield muscular fins instead, enabling me to keep my balance even in the most tumultuous of times.
I would arch my back and allow yet another fin to protrude along my spine, with the hopes that my bipedal companions might catch a glimpse of me from the shoreline someday.
I would relinquish my words, reluctantly, in exasperation, stuttering and sputtering incoherently until high pitched squeaks and peculiar clicking noises emerged from the back of my throat, indiscernible to my friends who still wear shoes but overwhelmingly poetic to my newly trained ears.
And yet, I would never, could never, give up one single luxury—even amidst all the other transformations of my mind and body, I would vow to share this one remnant from my past with my loved ones on land—the air up above.
I would explore the bluest of the blue and the deepest of the deep, coursing through currents with a knowing, toothy smile that conveys my confidence in my new skin.