Short Stories

Gasp

I thrashed in the water gasping for air, but all that filled my lungs was water. I sank to the bottom, out of my will to live, I lay on the soft sand which almost soothes my pain. The water burned my eyes, all I tasted was salt; the water felt cold and empty. Is this what death is like ? I felt the hair on my face reaching upward to the surface, trying to pull me with it. It was far to late I was already gone, for I saw my brother who has been dead for years now. He was so beautiful, tall and handsome, his face glows in the white light. "It's okay Han, you can come to me" his words were soft like feathers, I joined him in a hug. Together, hand in hand, we walk across the bridge that separates life and death.