Hanging Around

Inspired by a picture.

     There she hung above the glossy surface. What was I to do about it? She was dead and I was on the verge. I gazed into the smokey blue eyes of hers, the eyes that will stay forever open, thanks to me. Her hair flailed around from the breeze; that, or he was standing over her, patiently waiting for me to give in. I wouldn't.
     My eyes were glued to a black gooey substance that dripped in a spiral formation into the water. It was about two feet away from me and I knew exactly what it was. Oil.
     I tried to swim backwards, away from it. My arms and legs wiggled frantically from the sharp numbness of my fingers and toes. People always think things couldn't get worse and they always do, I'm confirming it. Why? Because that is exactly what happened to me. Glowing red eyes glared at me. My once slow, gentle glide backwards was now nothing of the sort. Now, I was using all of the life and energy I had left to push away. The faster I swam, the closer he got to me. I knew it was him. It had to be. I just knew it.
     His right hand against my mouth and pushed me back. With all his force, we shot farther backwards than I had imagined - or hoped.

Author's Note

Had to write this in TWC. Should I read it aloud in our anthology?

Reviews

[nevershoutnever.]

@Kim- Thank you! But what do you mean by 'read it'?

[deeps]

Wow very nicely done. I would read it, that is up to you. I like this and your detail and imagery.