Training to be a lifeguard. Aspiring to Navy-Seal prowess. But
he’s such a tender slender string bean! All bone, muscle and skin. A clinging octogenarian
granny could pull him down.
I worry.
They say drowning is a good way to go. No wish to find out but I guess it’d be OK once you stopped struggling and inhaled the
sea water or pool water or river water.
You’d open your eyes to a luminous liquid world. Filtered
sunlight, bubbles and blue blue blue.
A quiet – very quiet – sandy bottom
to sit upon.
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