Molly writes under the pen name M. Allman. If you would like to read more of her work, you can find her books on Amazon Kindle.
I strolled along the water’s edge, contemplating my future: Was today my last to walk through the soft sand that sank beneath my footsteps, burning the soles of my feet with the heat it collects from the sun? Was this the last chance to inhale the fresh, salty air that drifted past me as I walked, cooling my hot, moist skin?
Standing with my feet in the clear, blue water, I began to find the answers as I put one foot in front of the other until I was submerged, surrounded, and deafened by the water that filled my ears. I stubbornly held my breath, opening my eyes to reveal what might be my watery grave.
Was he the only good thing in my life? If the answer was yes, all I had to do was relax, and let the water replace the air in my lungs.
Thoughts of my parents, my family, were flashing through my mind. The images of the grief my death may inflict upon them.
I panicked as I realized the selfishness in my actions. Knowing I had to swim quickly to get a life-sustaining breath, the adrenaline took over giving me the strength to reach the surface. My head bobbed above the water. I inhaled a deep breath of life as I licked the salty water that moistened my lips. The bright sun blinded me as I emerged from the water. I absorbed its warmth and comfort, and I felt somehow renewed as if I were seeing life through new eyes, eyes that saw the beauty surrounding me, and eyes that saw a reason to live.
I ran hastily across the scorching sand back to my family, and back to a life, now full of potential.