Torches
Mark Illis, 20 June 1985
“... surface, a few cold drops of water brushed his legs and melted on his smooth skin. He heard a bell in the distance chime once, fading to a brief, resonant hum. His toes curled over the edge as he hesitated. ‘Right to the bottom!’ – He’s just a kid, I don’t have to listen to him. ‘Come on then!’ – Eddie says it too, though. He’s a good ... ”