I'm young. Fifteen. I'm on a beach, sand and waves and glittering seaside skyscrapers. There are kites in the sky, living ones, gossamer pink aerial-sessile things, farther off. I wade into the water. I love to swim. I'm young and strong. There are some clouds, but I'm not worried, I don't want to go back to shore yet.
The storm comes up so fast. A huge wave crashes over me, and another. I can't get to enough air, I gulp and gasp and choke, tossed and trampled. I flounder and thrash until I drown.
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I'm young. Fifteen. I'm on a beach, sand and waves and glittering seaside skyscrapers. There are kites in the sky, living ones, gossamer pink aerial-sessile things, farther off. I wade into the water. I love to swim. I'm young and strong. There are some clouds, but I'm not worried, I don't want to go back to shore yet.
The storm comes up so fast. A huge wave crashes over me, and another. I can't get to enough air, I gulp and gasp and choke, tossed and trampled. I flounder and thrash until I drown.