I reckon I can hold my breath for about two minutes. But would that be enough?
“Erm, how long must I stay under?”
“Silence witch! God will decide.” Then he shoved me in without warning. No deep breath. Damnation. Twenty seconds max. Maybe.
I sank like a stone. Heavy wet petticoats. Looking up through the water I could just about make out the familiar silhouette of my black cat sat on the bank preening itself.