Ok, you’re mine now; I have your imagination, let us proceed…
- Hold onto that last breath. This is important. Relax though, everything is completely fine.
- Open your eyes; it’s fairly dark, but you can see a dim circle of light some way in front of you.
- Look to your right and do please hang onto that last breath; about half a metre from your right elbow is a wall of rock. Now look to your left – ditto.
- Look up; there’s a rocky ceiling, also about half a metre above your head. Trust me though, everything is fine, but do please hang onto that final breath.
- Look down and keep holding that last breath; you’re sitting on white coral sand.
and then it gets very dark…
Oh, and by the way, I should probably have mentioned it earlier, but there is fifteen metres of water above your head, so if I were you, I’d carry on holding onto that last breath while we work out how to get you out of this self-inflicted predicament…
Published by Graham O'Neill
Graham generally sees the funny side of life, which is just as well as he spent 35 years working for the telephone company. He started scuba diving with the British Subaqua Club at the age of 16, rode horses through his 20's, became an obsessive windsurfer in his 30's and had a go at free-diving in his 40's. While all of this was going on he rode a bike to keep fit and get to the pub. In later life, in an effort to stave off dementia he has taken up singing and dancing. You may see short stories about these pursuits, but don't expect to read about any degree of prowess as the experiences he can still remember generally relate to (in order) getting bent, crashing a horse (yes, crashing, not just falling off), Windsurfing stupidly in a storm 10, wreck diving without an aqualung, time-trialling with a hangover, singing out of tune and falling on his arse (dancing).
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