Friday Flash Fiction
Take one deep breath. I can’t put it off, I have to go now. Take another breath. Relax, shake loose the muscles. Now, this is it, breathe in, in, in, and hold it. Go! Deeply shooting like an arrow. Water is gushing past my ears. Pressure building, murky transparent water becomes opaque and darkness surrounds. Kicking furiously, determined to reach the bottom. I’m aware of small fish in my peripheral and push the thought of sharks from my mind.
How could this have happened? How did it fall into the water? But it did, it slipped out of my hands and I tried to grab it. I got my fingers to it but it slipped again and splash.
It’s dark, so dark, pressure pounding on my ears, my brain starting to go fuzzy. Still kicking, spiraling slowly, nearing the bottom, looking constantly.
All my breath exhaled. Nothing left, must find it, can’t give up now. Searching quickly with head pulsating, searching with eyes darting. Hands on the sand, trying not to fluff it up. Gently touching all, everywhere patting softly thinking this must be what it’s like to be vision impaired.
Nothing left, no energy, not knowing how I’ll reach the top, about to give up.
What’s that, it’s not sand, it’s smooth, I reach for it again. I link my finger into it. I see it sparkle with the fine slither of light that makes its way through the depths of the ocean.
I find energy from no where and push off from the bottom, sand sprays with my legs kicking and arms flapping. Pressure releases, it’s lighter now, counting down, five, four, three, two, one and … breathe, I made it.
‘Yes,’ I pant for breath. Again I say to my love, ‘Yes, I will marry you.’
We embrace knowing that nothing will ever be lost now that we have found.