Breath. By Hannah Walker

K guys, so this one is a little weird, kinda a onomatopoeia thing, by yours truley! AKA=me.

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Breath.                  

            BY Hannah Walker                          

Breath. In, out. Focus. Kick, Kick, Kick. Remember why you’re here. The thought plays thorough my head. A constant mantra. Focus. Don’t fail, you can’t sink. A flash of silver crosses my view. Agent 4610 has located subject Thirsty Dynamo, at 12:00. I make a mental note in my head. Dive! Dive! Dive! The voices say. They talk to me a lot now. Down. Down. Down. Seemingly endless blue. Never ending. Never stop- There! The most beautiful one I’ve seen yet. Flash. Sparkle. Shimmering. I can almost see my hand coming towards it. So reflective. So shin-There! Eureka! It feels so cool in my hand. So cool. So, so cold. Blurring. Burning, not in my hand. My chest. My- Breeaattthh. I gasp. Air. I. nee- Breath.

At first the alluring smell of the pastry only tantalizes me. But, slowly but surely, The smells. Oh, the smells. Buttery. Penuts. A sickly sweet strawberry preserve. Crunch. Crunch. The leaves beneath my shoe. Clink. Clatter. The coins going into the register. Crinkle. The donut going in the bag. “Good’ay, n’ have a good one to you!” the clerk cheerfully dismisses me.  The fall of the shoes of strangers. Crunch. Crunch. The flash of green. The peculiar flash of green? Closer. Closer. I finish the delicacy, and rush over to the fountain. Who is that? I think Green, The color is too bright. Splash. The waters have an irregular pattern. Whish. Whoosh. Spur. The regular pattern is altered. Whish. Whoosh. Splash! The abnormal green fish flails in the water. I reach. Almost, almost- There! This is no fish. A head. Human. Cap; yellow. The alluring smell of the pastry stand, only steps away, teases me.

Bright. To bright. I am met with the most curious eyes. He stars for several beats. “Who are you?” he inquires. Who art thou? You’re the one pulling me from my obligation! “Henry.” He cocks his head to the side. His eyes raking over me in the strangest manner. “And why are you swimming in this fountain, Henry?” He smells of the pastry stand, just steps away. The glint of the silver coin, grasped in my hand catches his attention. “Have you been stealing from the official state of Kansas’ fountain?” I shake my head. “I have not been stealing, sir. But only taking what the voice tells me.” I reply. His eyes soften, slightly. “Shall I escort you home Henry?” I nod my head. Together we walk towards the pastry stand and get a treat, Then he guides me to my home, which I have provided the location of. “Henry?” he peers over at me. “Yes?” I respond. “Breath.”