Writing Exercise: The color blue

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I am sitting at the beach. Sunshine. Not a cloud.

The rolling waves are mesmerizing.

Then I see it.

Arms.

Waiving.

I cannot hear them.

I cannot tell who they are.

Don't care. Either.

A step.

A gallop.

A dive.

It's cold, the waves push me away.

But I get to them.

Limp in my arms.

But breathing. Not that at this moment I can tell.

At the shore, I notice the blue of their lips.

Turning purple, then red.

They'll be fine.

So will I.

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Not based on real events.

Originally published on twitter.

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay