Writing Prompt: Water Damage

I sat on the edge of the boat with the rudder control in one hand and the rope controlling the sail in the other. I’m new at this and I’m not in my element. The wind rose and in one sudden movement, the sail was full and the boat was off balance. A second later, the boat capsized, I was in and the sail was flat against the lake surface. When my head bobbed up to the surface, thanks to the help of a life jacket, I was spitting out water and trying to figure out how I was going to get the boat upright.

It didn’t take long to get everything sorted, but for a second, I was five years old again, drowning in the Pacific Ocean. I know I’ve mentioned this before, but try as I might, I can never quite get comfortable around water.

My parents have a boat. When I was in my teens we used to take the boat out to Lake Arrowhead where we’d speed along until we found a quiet spot where we’d stop and have a picnic on the bow. My brother and I, never strong swimmers, but eager to cool off, jumped in. I felt a tug at my legs and as I kicked, I became more and more tangled in some high-growing seaweed. I was pulled under and just before panic set in, I stopped kicking, straightened my body and used my arms to push myself up to the surface. I glided to the boat and gripped the ladder. As I pulled myself up, I shouted to my brother for him to be careful. I haven’t been back in the lake since.

When I was in Egypt in May, I went diving. In a careless moment, I lost my respirator and got water in my mask. I took in a mouthful of water and as I tried to clear my mouth, I started to take in panic breaths. Water slipped down my throat and for a nervous 30 seconds I thought I was in serious trouble. At 12 metres down, surfacing was not an option and I had no way of knowing if the boat would be there anyway. I remembered my training, I calmed down and did what I had to do to get everything back into control. That was the first dive of the day and had I quit at that stage, I don’t know if I would have ever gone diving again. After lunch, I willed myself to go back in there. I enjoyed the dive having taken control of a dicey moment and I’m sure I’ll be back again.

I guess I’m a bit like a cat. A bit of water won’t kill us, but we’re not particularly at home in it.

How is it that something we need to survive, makes up approximately 70% of the human body and has such a soothing affect on me when in a fountain or seen from a distance can send my heart racing when I get too close?

Writing Prompt: Water Damage

Writing Prompt: Take your best shot

The weapon feels natural in my hand. My muscles twitch with anticipation and I can’t wait to fire the shot. Timing and aim are critical, so I breathe and raise my arm. The target is only 20 metres away, so it should be easy pickings but I haven’t shot anything in years, so I could miss, how embarrassing.

The ten year old standing beside me nocks his arrow and with casual carelessness, releases it into the air. No, no, I say as it strikes the outside circle. Pretend its a deer or better still, pretend you’re a disgruntled Apache going after a land grabbing government official. It’s the mid 1800s and you’re really pissed off.

He fires again. As if he could read my thoughts, he strikes the centre circle. Well done, lad, I think.

My turn. A few people have annoyed me of late, but not enough for me to wish them dead.  So, fantasising about sending an arrow through their head does no good. I’ve got it. I’m a survivor in a post-apocalyptic world and the only thing left to live on is wildlife since there are no more Tescos…

I nock my arrow and pull back. The yellow circle has become a tasty, un-suspecting bunny. Look out Bugs, here I come. Arrow heading your way. I aim and release. The arrow flies and hits home. Rabbit stew for dinner.

I let out a little chuckle and go forward to gather my arrows. As the others around me do the same, boys and girls, an older couple, and a young man, I think that there’s no reason why an archery range in the middle of Centerparks can’t be interesting with a little imagination.

Writing Prompt: Use your imagination. Place a weapon in your hands and wish yourself into a situation where you’d need to use it. Have fun and take the safety off.

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