First Line Friday: December 6th, 2019 – In The Icy Water.

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A crack like a gunshot pierced the frozen air and the ice broke.

It all happened in a second, one minute he was on the ice, the next plunging into a world colder than he ever imagined.

It was in this precise second that his mind asked if this was a situation in which his life would flash before him.

It was so cold he didn’t have time to think. Survival was first to register.

Get out.

Get dry.

Stay alive.

His ears were ringing from the crack that assaulted him. What had caused it?

There had been nothing to indicate a weakness in the ice, he felt it was sound, at least a foot thick.

He struggled to swim up. His clothes were sodden, his lungs screaming, the fight in him dwindled, he could feel himself losing all strength and beginning to sink.

Just as he felt the hopelessness…

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