May. 20th, 2009

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It was hell. It was beautiful, but it was hell.

He sank slowly, spun about and drifted around by hidden currents. Stray beams of moonlight and starlight highlighted suspended grains of sand and glinted off slim slivery fish.

It was a world he’d never seen before. Had he dove in of his own volition, he’d be enthralled. But trapped in this box, betrayed by his son (oh Connor), the beauty was more punishment than reward.

He’d fallen as low as he could go. The coffin settled on the sandy bottom silently and hopelessly.

Alone with his thoughts. It was hell.

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