Life is a Stage

“The water slapped her on the leg, and then it began to…”

The water slapped her on the leg, and then it began rising – first over her waist, to be followed by the familiar swirling. It was like an old friend somehow. Nobody knew her secret (apart from her father).

It was passed down from father, to son, to her.

How the trick had to be performed, sequestered to the audience, so they thought she wouldn’t escape. Even to speak the words out loud went against the magic circle rules.

A key, and timing, was all she said.

She grinned, as the the crowd went silent.

Water now greeted her like an old friend – it was peaceful here. Answers. There were answers here. She could hear her father talk. Make sure you breathe in for twenty before you are submerged.

Don’t ever panic, it takes too much air.

Now, pure liquid laughter rippled; she had seconds before . . . ”Key, timing, key, timing, key, timing. She stopped her breathing to an inch before she twisted the handcuffs open.

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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