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Breathe

Allan Onik

    The man swam deeper and deeper into the ocean, the salt stinging his eyes. He passed a dolphin and a giant squid, and soon the tendrils of light that caressed him from the surface faded into blackness. His lungs felt fiery hot and his brain screamed for air, but still he continued to swim deeper—the blackness tugging him to contentment. When he saw the lights of the city in the water he felt a warmth and joy. Atlantis was just as he imagined it would be-jade and gold, majesty in the silent depths. When he entered the golden gates he took a deep breath and felt relief.
    “The king will see you now,” one of the soldiers said. The sentry was dressed in jade plate mail encrusted in gold, lapis lazuli, and sapphire.
    When the man reached the king’s hall it was the brightest, warmest, most opulent place he had ever seen. He couldn’t remember ever being happier to be anywhere. The king got off his golden throne, smiled, and swam up to him holding a golden trident. He touched the man’s face in affection. “Do you love me?” the adventurer asked.
    “As much as my very own son,” the king said tenderly.

    The cop released his knee from the black man’s neck and rolled him onto his back on the pavement. His associate eyed him. “He’s not responsive,” he said.



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