The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
by Suzanne Madron
Some would call it drowning. The sudden urgent need to suck in air even though there is no air, the feeling of wet and dry simultaneous as clothes take on water.
He fought the urge to gasp as frigid cold closed over his head. Already his shoes were weighing him down and he struggled to free himself from boots, followed by shirt and pants as he sank.
Below him he saw a glow like fire in the depths and he pushed upward away from it even as his very soul ached to join it. He knew better than to look down again at the glow beneath him. He had known better than to jump into the water on a dare, too, he supposed, and that hadn’t stopped him.
One look couldn’t hurt, he decided. He was already in the water and the weird glow proved the stories about the old quarry had been at least partially true. When he looked beneath him, there was a face in the glow. It looked almost human. Almost, but not quite. He felt a sensation like a river rushing through his head and he was sinking again. His lungs screamed for air even as he stopped trying for the surface.
Bubbles erupted around him and he was pulled upward. The glow disappeared, along with the odd face that would haunt him until the day he returned to that frozen quarry. He tried to explain what he had seen down in the water, but the words were choked by gray water vomited onto stones. He tried to explain, but he was already a new man.
Fiction © Copyright Suzanne Madron
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