It's far away

Written by my writing buddy, Caroline. This week's prompt was "swimming". 

It had been an exhausting but inspiring day and the sea was beckoning. A hazy sky could not dampen the warmth of the summer.

 
Walk into the water, frigid, bracing. Just a short swim to get the body tingling again.
The pier at the opposite end of the bay, always a nice touch to the beaches here.
 
Swimming, a little nugget of a thought: Swim to the pier.
 
“It’s far.”
“Yes, it’s far, but you can take your time. The water is shallow. If you get tired, you can walk.”
 
Swim. Landmarks pass by. Slowly. The pier doesn’t seem to be getting any closer. Feeling tired.
 
“Take your time.”
Written by my writing buddy, Caroline. This week's prompt was "swimming".
The pier is just there. No. Again, it seems to have stopped coming closer. Frozen moment in time.
 
“It’s okay, almost there.”
 
Made it. Stand and look around. The other side of the bay, far away.
 
“You could swim back.”
“But it’s far.”
“Yes, it’s far, but you can take your time. The water is shallow. If you get tired, you can walk.”
 
Slow return.
 
Leave the water. Electrified body. Burst of laughter as a seagull tries to steal her sandal.

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