The hand move toward him with deliberate purpose, a ruddy, wide palm with strong, meaty digits. Eddie knew the hand, and it appeared as a discarded limb acting under its own will. It pressed itself firmly onto his weak 15-year-old chest with a dull thud and drove his shivering body below the surface of the water.
The entire ocean sealed itself over him. The rift created as his body plunged downward filled with unexpected urgency. A hungry thing. Cold, compassionless, as were the cliffs he could make out towering to his right, lined with families of scarecrow-looking palmtrees, unmoved by wind or remorse. The man beamed with satisfaction and gentle pride while holding the boy down. The man and his hand worked in harmony, just another death, one of many he had performed.
Eddie tried not to struggle, but his nostrils had flared at just the wrong moment as he was pushed under and water rushed in as air pockets rushed out. Strangely, he worried about losing a contact lens. Not both. Just one, the right one, because he knew his right eyeball was larger than his left, and he always feared his lens could never secure itself firmly round his cornea. He shut his eyes tight.
In another moment, he had nothing left to worry about, not anymore and never again. Except for everything else.
ii
The entire ocean sealed itself over him. The rift created as his body plunged downward filled with unexpected urgency. A hungry thing. Cold, compassionless, as were the cliffs he could make out towering to his right, lined with families of scarecrow-looking palmtrees, unmoved by wind or remorse. The man beamed with satisfaction and gentle pride while holding the boy down. The man and his hand worked in harmony, just another death, one of many he had performed.
Eddie tried not to struggle, but his nostrils had flared at just the wrong moment as he was pushed under and water rushed in as air pockets rushed out. Strangely, he worried about losing a contact lens. Not both. Just one, the right one, because he knew his right eyeball was larger than his left, and he always feared his lens could never secure itself firmly round his cornea. He shut his eyes tight.
In another moment, he had nothing left to worry about, not anymore and never again. Except for everything else.
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