Sam had no idea how long he had been there; it could have been five minutes, it could have been his whole life. It was definitely peaceful, there was no disputing that, but the peace, the beauty, didn’t reach him. It was as if he had landed in paradise twenty seconds or twenty years ago, but his body was inside a bubble, and he would never know what it would feel like to breathe in this air, an air that skimmed in off the rainbow surface of the lake, which twisted and turned into the distance and a permanent, golden sunset.
First Lines Contest 2018: Finding Fizz
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