Prompt: Impossible
She’s going to die.
Her vision starts to pulse and fade and she knows with certainty she’s seconds away from pulling that cursed involuntary gasp of seawater that will kill her, and she thinks, “at least I’m dying in the sea. I like the sea.”
Seawater rushes into her lungs and it tastes sweet. Satisfying. She breathes it. And then
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