The day was scorching hot—so I went to the beach. The sand burned the soles of my feet. The sun was unmerciful.
Even though I was not a proficient swimmer I dived into the incoming surf.
The water was warm—but cooler than the sun and sand. I swam out and out.
A sharp pain hit my chest; my body simply stopped cold in the water. Now I am descending, water filling my lungs with agony. I’ll never make it back to shore. I’m too far out . . . .
Even though I was not a proficient swimmer I dived into the incoming surf.
The water was warm—but cooler than the sun and sand. I swam out and out.
A sharp pain hit my chest; my body simply stopped cold in the water. Now I am descending, water filling my lungs with agony. I’ll never make it back to shore. I’m too far out . . . .
