All the hairs on my neck raised as I watched the ice crack
towards me. It was too far back to the
shore, and I wasn’t any good at skating.
So I got down on all fours and prayed, begged, whatever kind of
existence there was beyond this world for help.
I moved myself inch by inch, hearing sickening pops from underneath each
of my palms. I concentrated on each
breath, not wanting to move suddenly, but focusing on each breath as if it was
my last.
Everything I had promised myself, every piece of my life
that had been left undone because I had time, no worries, plenty of time, I was
only 26 years old, came bounding through my eyes. I saw myself skydiving for the first time,
feeling weightless while the goggles pressed deep creases into my face, the
pullback from the shoot as it opens in the sky above me. I saw myself horseback riding through a field
with some unknown, but beautiful partner, a backpack full of picnic
supplies. I saw myself getting married,
watched the ceremony and I never looked happier. I blinked the tears out of my eyes, as I saw
me hiking up to the highest mountain and seeing the beautiful view below. It was like something beautiful, something
out of magazines. I felt myself
breathing in the fresh air.
My hands fell through the ice first. That was the last thing I remember.
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