The waves pulled me under.
It was as simple as that. Suddenly, without warning. A riptide. I was swimming alone, and I shouldn't have gone out so far. But I've learned my lesson. After all of this, I've learned.
I just went out to paint the ocean... just for a few minutes before I had to go home. There was a lot to do, what with Rinehart college in my future and my job at the clinic.
But before I knew it, after just going in to swim for a second, to get out of the heat, a huge wave came. I must have hit my head when I went under, passed out. That's probably what happened.
The next thing I knew, I was hearing a voice.
It 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.'
