Prompt: Tell a story that you haven't told yet. Give it a different ending than the one that really happened. Don't tell us where you start changing things. Just go.
water pulling you under
slipping away until all air gone
the fight, gasping at life
She found herself drawn to the water's edge and stood there a while. As the sand shifted beneath her feet her gaze drifted lazily towards the horizon. The sky was a deep blue, mirroring the intensity of the ocean and the sun sat high in the sky. A trickle of sweat rolled down her face and the slight breeze felt cool against her skin.
Her gaze shifted downwards and feeling the gentle pull of the water as it swirled around her ankles she began to inch forward. Goosebumps rose to cover her flesh and she gave a slight shudder. Her steps were tentative at first but once the water reached her midsection she gave way to the cold and began to swim.
The gentle rocking motion of the water was comforting, soothing and she soon found herself lost in thought. Turning towards the beach she smiled, life just didn't get better than this.
She didn't see it coming . . . the large wave that wrapped its arms around her and pulled her under. Spinning out of control she was confused and disorientated. Round and around she rolled unable to get a solid footing. Tirelessly she fought to reach the surface, to catch her breath, but the grip of the ocean was strong and had no plans of letting go. In that moment fear gave way to acceptance. She felt the fight leave her body and a calm descend upon her, it was time.