Short story

Beneath the surface

 

via Daily Prompt: Surface

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I glide, with gentle abandon. My ears, muffled to the point where all I register is a sense of solemnity and contentment. I am aware of my lungs, full to the point of exhale and not far beyond. My tremulous pulse and feeling of panic remind me that I must exhale, must burst out of my bubble of isolution, and surface…

 

 

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