I went back again today. I sat in the chair. And I waited. For a few minutes, I stayed as still as she was. The air was weighing down on me, and I suddenly felt like a stranger.
I mean, I was a stranger. I was just the stranger who pulled her from the water. But I couldn't help worrying about her... hoping that she is okay. Even as a stranger.
So I looked at the door.
There was nobody around to hear me.
Softly, so low I doubt she heard it if she even could, I said, "Hey. I'm Sam."
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60 Days of Salt and Sand
Short StoryBeing published September 10th! "She wasn't floating when I found her. She wasn't exactly sinking, either... Just still. Deadly still. At least, I thought she was dead. But then I felt a pulse. And that was enough to get me to fight for her.'
