Underwater: BREATHE
by Dina Toyota
The water is so cold, it takes my breath away. I walk deeper into the waves. My companion is gayly splashing nearby, exchanging smug, meaningful glances and Chechen words with his friends. A few minutes ago we were together on my beach towel, hidden from others by a thorny bush.
I take another step, and suddenly can’t feel the sea bottom! I bob in the water only a couple of feet from the man, but can’t cry out for help, won’t cry out. Salty waves swarm over my head.
A hand reaches toward me. As scared as I am, I’m still not sure, if I deserve to be saved. Gingerly, using just the tips of my fingertips I pull myself up, to where I can breathe.
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