Rising Waters (Crime Daily Podcast #2)

Chapter 38

Chapter

Thirty-Eight

Cold and wet. I don’t know where I am.

I cough, yet I can’t fill my lungs.

Cool waves lick my face.

Slowly, my awareness catches my reality: this is what it’s like to drown.

It’s a conscious thought swimming amid a sea of nothingness.

Death settles like sleep, a warm blanket, a father’s reassurance. Such as a sleeping child, I’m being carried to a better place of rest.

Fighting is futile.

I sink into the abyss.