by Indie Stone
Carving the edge of the lip, the turn felt smooth and directed; my body was one with the elegance of the wave. Exiting the crest, the glassy runway ahead slowed, its spray blurring the foaming tube overhead. Curling leisurely, the board guided its rider through the azure pipeline. The sea was singing, and I was gliding.
Now I can't see the end. What was bright before plunged into darkness. The sapphire glow around me morphed into murky grey.
Two green eyes.
My platform slipped.
My body tossed.
My head plunged.
Teeth.
I screamed.
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