Burping and Bellyflops
Leaping from the high board, hitting the water full on flat out and stretched long, it was like hitting concrete.
The intense impact forced air through his body, up the airways and out of his mouth. A firecracker thrown into water bubbles briefly before the low ‘thud’ of its explosion. Likewise his burp was distantly audible, with a rumbling bubble rising, that barely formed on the surface.
Below the waterline coloured panic. He tried to flail; he could not flail. He tried to scream; he could not scream. He tried to swallow air; he could not.
Swirly the fear rose, slowly his body rose. His mind was filling, just as his lungs were not. The noises inside is head got louder, more jagged, more plentiful.
Suddenly he broke the water and silence screamed in. He gulped loudly. The silence grew more deafening. Gradually the noise of normality clouded over him. One final, deep exhalation of air and he left the pool.
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