Sliding Down Sandy Stuff (Flynn)

Sliding down sandy stuff by Flynn

Quivering, my legs proceed up the hill. Dawdling up the sand, my feet become closer to the tip. Hesitating I slowly slide towards the edge of the bank.

Sliding down the sand, my shriek descends down the river below me. Wobbling side to side, my legs seized as I slap the bottom. Trudging up the hill again, my second attempt falls into place.

Smashing the water with my face, my heart rapidly beats.  I struggle to get back up. Panicking, my blood bubbles through my veins as my breath shortens. Breaking the surface my head head fires out of the water consuming air. The shambolic thought of dying fades away.