Medicine and Hauntings, Such a Lovely Divide
Fear, open water, the dark
Nolan had been tightening a rope when the boat lurched violently. One moment, he was standing firm on the deck, the next, he was flailing through the air. He barely registered Celine’s shout before he hit the cold water with a loud splash.

The shock of the icy water stole his breath away, and he struggled to regain his bearings. The current pulled at him, but years of training kicked in, and he began to swim back toward the boat.

Celine! he called out, sputtering as he broke the surface. The saltwater stung his eyes, but he could make out the silhouette of the boat against the moonlit sky. He kicked harder, his muscles protesting against the cold and the strain.

He reached the side of the boat and grasped the slick wood, hauling himself up with a grunt. His clothes weighed him down, but determination pushed him forward. He finally made it back on board, dripping and panting, his breath coming in harsh gasps.

Nolan managed a shaky laugh, wiping water from his face. Just a bit of a swim, no big deal, he quipped, though his shivering betrayed the ordeal. What the hell was that?

He scanned the horizon, his expression tense. Whatever it was, it’s not done with us yet.

Nolan nodded, still catching his breath. We need to be ready for anything. Let’s secure the boat and keep an eye out. I’ve got a feeling tonight’s not over yet.

@Celine Vonn


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RE: Medicine and Hauntings, Such a Lovely Divide - by Nolan Reid - 07-08-2024, 09:33 AM