dirty sand

[Ryan de le Poer]

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SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN

Now that the rocky shards below her were no longer a bother, Ryan dipped her head below the surface and could fully enjoy her swim. It had been awhile since she had been in the water and her swimming skills were a little rusty. She could easily tread – her mother had taught her how to swim early in life. The only uniform stroke she knew was the front crawl. It was rather simple, alternating arms and twisting your torso so that you could slice through the surface. Ryan practiced a few strokes, then decided to turn on her back, floating.



With the water level to her ears, her hearing was slightly impaired. She could still hear the gentle drone of the waves crashing to the shore, but it seemed somehow further away – quieter, almost. A particularly large wave came and easily brushed over her head, sending Ryan turning and diving underwater. When she came up for a breath, she pushed her sopping bangs back to reveal blood colored eyes and finally noticed the other swimmer. She hadn’t expected to see anyone else. At least, not another canine.



She looked back to the shore, half expecting to see her things tampered with. But no, this hybrid hadn’t messed with her belongings before slipping into the bay. She turned to face the stranger once more, feet absentmindedly kicking below the surface to keep her head above the surface. She raised a hand, blocking the sun from her eyes, so that she could get a better look. "Nice day for a swim," she decided to offer.

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