Red Tide

Red Tide

D. D. Chapman

D. D. Chapman

When diving in deep waters before, the pressure had been nearly unbearable—clogging the ears, crushing the chest—like fighting a hostile, alien element. Now it was comfortable, natural. It seemed to flow in and out like lifeblood.Now he felt ethereal, a disembodied spirit, energy streaking through ether. His new world had so much more dimension, so much freedom. At last, he was working with the pressure and the current. His body responded, remembering what had been forgotten for so long.Gliding effortlessly through his new home, he was a creature new born.
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