CROSS THE BOUNDARY
I ended the call and lit a second clove, the smoke curling slowing up into the still night air. I smoked and thought, my mind going back to a place I'd not been to for a long time. It terrified me, and with good reason.
Drowning is a horrific way to go out. That is why you're conscious. This was something I knew from experience. The cold and desperate feeling as water invades your nose and mouth. The impossible attempt to stay calm and hold your dwindling breath. The pain of lungs utterly depleted of oxygen.
I got up quickly and stubbed out my second ciggie. I tucked the butts back in the pack and went inside my father-in-law's classic household.
So I can't believe that he's gone now. I'd never speak or bicker with him again. And ironically, one of the most important conversations I'd ever had, when weighed against all the others in the whole of my life was with him. He is a good businessman and friend thought.