Lightheaded, dizzy, weak. It’s so cold, though the sun blazes. I’ve never felt cold before…this must be the end.
Light shimmers off the waters newly formed ripples. Fish!
The water feels nice on my body, I need that fish.
Mother taught me to swim in silence, slow powerful movements, as not to disturb the water in front and scare the food.
Practiced precise movements are difficult, the fish are getting away. I push harder, the pains in my gut are sharp, with each heart beat, I feel weaker.
A fish darts frantically away from the group, this is my chance.
I swing, darkness takes hold.
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The pains subside, the cold dissipates. The sun feels warm on my face.
Picking a bone from my teeth, I slide back into the water.
Writing prompt from cazzycoop, thanks for this fun exercise!
~A
Ink & Embers 