The Swim
80 Word Flash Story

 I have been swimming to the surface for some time now. Everything is black. I fell at night. No sun to guide me. Still, I keep kicking. My lungs hurt. My vision is blurry, is that the water? Or the beer? I keep kicking. I’m scared now. Where is the surface? It’s so dark. Finally, I see a change of color ahead of me. I kick harder. I reach my hand out to break the surface. Sand. It’s the bottom.