My arms are exhausted and I’m running out of air. I can hear shouts coming from the sandy shore and I’m cold. I feel blood pouring from the wound. My eyes are heavy, and I remember someone telling me the size of the shark population at Stenson Beach. “What are the odds?” I had replied.
– Eliza Dashwood
Word Ferret: Writing Prompts, Book Reviews, and Short Stories 
That’s a great first sentence.
Thanks. 🙂
I like you story a lot, starting at “and I remember …..”
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