514 The Flood, Ch. 27
Chapter Twenty-seven
Uh oh. I misunderestimated. The current is stronger than I thought.
The couch cushion is gone, snagged by some other debris and ripped from my hands. Trying to swim, I keep banging myself up. My legs are kicking into submerged obstacles. All I can do is baby moves, try to float, but even that is difficult with the undertow trying to suck me in several directions at once.
The dinghy is swirling about too. As it comes close to me, I make an attempt for it. Immediately, I bash my shin against something sharp and hard.
"Ow!" I scream as I'm sucked underwater. My next word turns into bubbles, and I'm glad I wasn't breathing in.
Under the surface, I have a vision.
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Here is everything I have been missing. Messages from Sunny, each one signed with "I love you." My obituary, from when I died of cancer. Worldwide remembrance. A miniseries depicting my life. The actor wasn't even close, but the reviews were decent.
My childhood, my mother and brother and long lost father. We're all together, having fun. Every pet I've had, except Dozer and Princess.
Where are they? I can't leave them.
Keeping my limbs close to my body, I swim, wriggling and snaking toward the light.
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