Once I was swimming off the coast of Sicily. I wore flippers and a snorkel.
All of a sudden I felt a gentle, loving and warm caress on my leg. A wonderful touch. Divine.
So I dived under to see what was going on and saw a water vortex. It was beautiful and I stared at it, mesmerised.
But then the gentle caress started to turn into a nasty pull on the leg so I swam back up, out of fear and fright, and used full flipper power to swim back to the shore as fast as I could.
An hour or so later I heard emergency sirens and at lunch it was mentioned a young man had drowned while swimming not far from where I had been. I often think if it was the vortex that had pulled him down to his doom. He had been seduced by its gentle caress.
I still give thanks to them big, professional divers flippers I had on that gave me the power to resist it's death grip and I've never returned to the sea out of fear of once again meeting that cruel vortex.
All of a sudden I felt a gentle, loving and warm caress on my leg. A wonderful touch. Divine.
So I dived under to see what was going on and saw a water vortex. It was beautiful and I stared at it, mesmerised.
But then the gentle caress started to turn into a nasty pull on the leg so I swam back up, out of fear and fright, and used full flipper power to swim back to the shore as fast as I could.
An hour or so later I heard emergency sirens and at lunch it was mentioned a young man had drowned while swimming not far from where I had been. I often think if it was the vortex that had pulled him down to his doom. He had been seduced by its gentle caress.
I still give thanks to them big, professional divers flippers I had on that gave me the power to resist it's death grip and I've never returned to the sea out of fear of once again meeting that cruel vortex.
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