The Big Fall
A fiction story by Carissa Moore
Paddling my heart out, I reach the line-up. I sit the farthest to the right waiting, waiting for the perfect wave. Ten minutes into the heat, I have caught nothing. My dad is yelling and screaming form the beach, “Carissa, it’s time to get moving!”
I wait nervously another two minutes when suddenly outside I see the wave of the day. . . . Paddling faster and faster, I start to pick up speed and in slow motion I stand up, tuck in and smoothly make the take-off.
I am riding in the blue room. Deep deep in there, I can hardly see the opening. Suddenly, the barrel closes on me and I start to fall.
Gasping for air, I am dragged over the falls. The wave pounds me into the reef as a hammer bangs nails into a wall. Tumbling and tumbling with my eyes open, I see noting but white and blue. Trying to relax, I hear my inner voice: “Relax let it tumble you. You are in a big Jacuzzi go with the flow. . .”
Tossing and turning, it seemed like forever. Still holding on, I push my way to the surface, swimming my hardest as the wave continues to suck me down. I lose a lot of air trying to force my body past the strong current. Breathless, I give one more push and let go my last whiff of air.
I am silent for a moment. It is dark, and all I can hear is the waves crashing and that soothing sound that you hear when you put your ear to a shell. That sound told me that I could do it! All I had to do was try.
Since the wave passed this was my chance to make my move, to get another breath of air before another wave passes me by. I tried with all my might, with all my strength, and as soon as I said it, I was there. Back to my world.
A fiction story by Carissa Moore
Paddling my heart out, I reach the line-up. I sit the farthest to the right waiting, waiting for the perfect wave. Ten minutes into the heat, I have caught nothing. My dad is yelling and screaming form the beach, “Carissa, it’s time to get moving!”
I wait nervously another two minutes when suddenly outside I see the wave of the day. . . . Paddling faster and faster, I start to pick up speed and in slow motion I stand up, tuck in and smoothly make the take-off.
I am riding in the blue room. Deep deep in there, I can hardly see the opening. Suddenly, the barrel closes on me and I start to fall.
Gasping for air, I am dragged over the falls. The wave pounds me into the reef as a hammer bangs nails into a wall. Tumbling and tumbling with my eyes open, I see noting but white and blue. Trying to relax, I hear my inner voice: “Relax let it tumble you. You are in a big Jacuzzi go with the flow. . .”
Tossing and turning, it seemed like forever. Still holding on, I push my way to the surface, swimming my hardest as the wave continues to suck me down. I lose a lot of air trying to force my body past the strong current. Breathless, I give one more push and let go my last whiff of air.
I am silent for a moment. It is dark, and all I can hear is the waves crashing and that soothing sound that you hear when you put your ear to a shell. That sound told me that I could do it! All I had to do was try.
Since the wave passed this was my chance to make my move, to get another breath of air before another wave passes me by. I tried with all my might, with all my strength, and as soon as I said it, I was there. Back to my world.