Running Alone: Part III

Part I:
http://ponderouspayden.blogspot.com/2012/04/running-alone.html
Part II:
http://ponderouspayden.blogspot.com/2012/06/running-alone-part-ii.html

My Dear Readers,

I apologize... I have taken much too long to post anything, and May and June were both very sad months with a lack of posting on my part.  My bad.  July is here, which means it's a new month so I can start over again right? SURE!

So what you've all been waiting for (for too long),

Running Alone: Part III


The water seared my skin as if I were on fire.  As my body sank deeper and deeper pressure built and my ears threatened to implode, my lungs were on fire as I tried to hold my breath. Whatever body of water i had been thrown into, it was deep.  My eyelids grew darker and darker as I sank deeper towards my end.  I willed my body to move,  It would not subject to my commands and I felt my mouth open to breathe.  I panicked and willed myself to shut it, to my great surprise it was clenched shut, my eyes opened, my toes and fingers wiggled. I could see a blurry blob of light above the surface and propelled my body towards it.  I must have been about 10 feet from breaking the surface when my chest exploded, my mouth opened and I breathed in what must have been a gallon of water.  All my strength was gone and I began to sink down to my certain death.  I closed my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest in attempt to relax in my moment before death.  Rough hands grasped me, they were cold as ice yet firm, and strong; I was being pulled to the surface, someone was saving me. Who? Why? before I could find out I lost my mind as sharp pain filled my chest.

I woke up laying on the shore of a beautiful blue lake, I was clothed in a fresh new clothes.  My many mysterious cuts and burns dressed in bandages.  A fresh meal was set on a tree stump a few feet from me, some kind of bird and a canteen.  I took a swig and soothing cool water relaxed my parched throat. How did I get here? Who saved me? What happened?  As I looked around and asked myself these questions I found no one to answer them.  All I can say is as I look back on my experience as an old frail man with a wife, children, and grandchildren; I have lived a good life.  Thanks to this stranger I lived and will die having lived to the fullest.  I left a note as I left that morning saying thank you, and to this day I know, I was lucky to have survived.  So wherever that stranger went, no-matter what they are doing, my love has always been with them.  They have never been truly running alone.


The End

Thanks for reading my story with a disappointing ending. Not my best work, but none the less, hope you enjoyed it.

Love,
Me