Saturday, December 15, 2012
100 Words a Day 127
He could almost reach his boot knife. Straining for it, he watched dozens of bubbles, each containing precious air, leave his mouth and float towards the surface. At least I didn’t lose my mask, he thought to himself. The octopus continued to try to wrap him up with its tentacles and had landed a few painful bites with its beak. The water was beginning to turn red. He could see a few sharks making a wide circle around him and the octopus. He didn’t have time to worry about that though. He needed to get to his damn boot knife.