The voice was small but it was enough to draw him up from beneath the water despite the burning in his lungs. The pressure in his chest felt like molten weights drawing him downward.
He would have relented, let his arms and legs give into the nagging heaviness that begged him to cease his struggle, but the voice kept calling out to him, pleading with him to keep pushing.
So he did. He struggled with all his might until his face broke through the surface of the water and the last touches of trapped air erupted from his lungs with a scrapping howl.
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Sweat slip from his lips and coated his tongue with the sting of frightful bitterness. It saturated his chest and stung his blurred eyes, reminding him of the salted water that had once drawn him under nearly twenty-two years ago.
Still struggling, he grappled with the bed linens until he caught hold of reality, caught hold of her; the tender voice of his wife calling out to him, pulling him out of his terror.
Gasping for air, he let the scent of her ease into his lungs and coax him from panic. She coed him with indiscernible words, yet he still calmed.
He felt her lips press against his temple, her fingers brush the plastered hairs back from his face as she eased him down against the pillows. He didn’t resist her even though he resisted the temptation to sleep, something she hadn’t been able to do.
Within a few moments, she was out like a light again. How she managed to sleep next to him every night, he hadn’t a clue.
He figured that it was the way of the Sirens. They were used to singing souls into chaos. She, however, managed to sing him into calm. She was unique.
She had saved him from drowning.
* I hope you enjoyed my installment for this week’s Blog Battle. The Keyword: VOICE. My Genre: SUSPENSE…I think. Anyhow, to read more stories by other fantastic bloggers, or to give the challenge a try, you can do so by following this LINK to Rachael Ritchey’s blog. Go on a click it. You know you want to!
~Dream. Imagine. Believe. Do. CONQUER!