They say when you're real tiny in the womb for a few weeks there, you have gills. So that's me. Fishboy
I used to time how long I could hold my breath under water. two minutes thirty seconds I hit one time, turning purple with my lungs exploding.
Back on the beach I can just make out where Wayne and Vinny are sucking down Slurpees.
There's a girl screaming in the water, probably getting splashed or playing tag. Girls are always screaming--at the beach, in school, on MTV.
I kick toward her, my arms flying in a frantic crawl. The water seems to stretch like before, only now it's not getting deeper but wider, dragging her farther away from me like some freak riptide. Between strokes, I catch freeze-frames of her going under, the water churning around her. Her mouth wide open, choking and screaming, fighting for air.