"You're amazing!" he exclaimed with a puff of breath, his hand resting on his head, his eyes wide as a series of connections flew back and forth in his mind like a million spiders spinning interconnecting webs.
We had decided not to even try to go near the line. We were not going to flirt with danger. The possibility of flying out of the fishbowl would leave us gasping for air and produce a sinking deathly feel.
We both knew better, I'm sure.
My fin flaps carelessly toward him as he grips me tightly.
I'll just pray we both don't drown in the air we breathe.
