Fish swam in the clear water around his legs. Playing. Carefree. Unaware they could end up on a dining table soon.
They seemed to scream, “Loser, haven’t you read the scriptures? About the dead past and unborn future? Live in the present, as we do.”
He felt getting sucked by a whirlpool that turned soon into a maelstrom. As he got ready for the final moment, it spat him out.
Determined feet waded towards the bank.