This morning felt sexy. Maybe it was the goggles. New goggles brighten up the view, until I am followed by a thousand swarovski crystals and the shattered surface is a mirror reflecting a dreamland down onto me.1
Maybe it was the flippers. A girl can get high on power, you know. Between the floor and the waves, there's power in speed. An addicting power: the feeling of a trillion water molecules pulling me back. I can hear them begging for my body; I can feel them craving my touch as I glide by in a blink.2
It could even be Butterfly. It's hard to feel this much lighter than air and strained at the same time. I'm... trying...so...hard and with every stroke it is death and rebirth- yet I can feel my own power taking it on and winning.3
Pull, pull, gasping for air...reach, reach, reach...and then I hop out, I take off my costume, I speak a word aloud - and I am only human once more.
Author notes
An exercise in vanity.
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Very Interesting
I think one of the things that pulls a reader in(into the story, initially) is newness...something original, unique. This certainly qualifies, to my thinking, but... without some elucidation...clarification...real people, real places or events...I wouldn't CONTINUE in this vein. Interesting images...but don't let the reader get carried away too far on his own...lest the rest of your tale might be misunderstood. Time to rein the reader back in.
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