Splash! We reach the surface. Air, precious air, fills my lungs. I’m alive! Zeem guides me back to the rocky shore. After I’ve finished choking, I gain enough strength to speak. “Thanks,” I wheeze with caught linking each syllable. Zeem pants heavily on his hands and knees. “No problem,” he puffs as he smiles faintly then continues to catch his breath. I feel ashamed, now very glad that I accepted Zeem’s company. I should have been able to save myself. I try to ignore the fact but I know I am forever in Zeem’s debt.
A short story