He had never mastered the art of breathing
underwater. While others dove and splashed
around him, he waited at the edge, feigning
indifference to the weightless floating and
raucous games in which his friends indulged,
though he was often invited.
Seldom did he dip his toes in the gelatinous
pool of emotions, fearing the undertow might
draw him to its emerald heart, where he would
be utterly and forever at odds with the patterns
of light dancing across the sandy floor.
(c) 2018, by Hannah Six
Image: CoYep/Wikimedia Commons (CC BY-SA 3.0)
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