Saturday, December 17, 2016

100 Words a Day 971

The lights dimmed as the batteries in the small sub ran low. Jack was getting desperate. The lights were nearly out when he donned his gear and flooded the chamber. The deep ocean’s cold penetrated the protective layers of his suit, numbing his fingers and toes. He dragged his feet across the sandy bottom, able to see only the small area illuminated by his headlamp. Some of the sea life fled from the bright light. Occasionally, it would reflect off the large eye of something at the edge of his visibility.

He fell forward when something hit him from behind.

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