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I pushed myself off the wall and swam to the pedestal to climb up on to, but I couldn't make it far enough. As if every time I swam towards it, it would magically float away. To the point where my exhaustion got the best of me, and made it feel as if the water clasped shackles to my ankles and slowly dragged me down.
I tried clawing for something, but nothing was there.
All I could see was blue.
The payphone was nowhere to be found, nor the pedestal.
Just blue.
The more I struggled, the more disoriented I got. I flailed my arms and screamed but nothing helped. Things were just getting darker and darker. And in the back of my mind was muffled smooth jazz. As if someone turned a speaker almost all the way down, then smothered it with a pillow. Everything went black.
Callon, a laid back music producing teen spends a night covering for his friend at his night shift job in an art exhibit/museum. Is he able to handle things when a certain statue gets out of hand?
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