In Hiding

The first time she tried to surf she almost drowned. An undercurrent had caught her unaware and sucked her in.

Tumbling inside the waves, she became more than a bit disoriented as it pulled her down. She stayed there for a few minutes, trying not to panic as she contemplated whether or not she was willing to die.

Five minutes later, she found herself floating up.

She didn't know how or why she made that decision, or how hard se fought to get to the surface, but the next few minutes found her just hanging onto her surfboard.

Paddling idly back to the shore, watching as her instructor raced to her in a jetski, panicked and afraid that she'd drowned, she thought of nothing but the reasons why she had kicked so hard.

Maybe if she knew what they were, she could understand them...

When her intructor reached her, she seemed a bit reluctant to take his hand. When he asked her how she was doing, she looked up at him, his form seemingly glowing against the sun.

"How do you feel?" he asked as she climbed up behind him.

Like a square peg trying to fit into a round hole...