Take Your Last Breath. Lauren Child

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      THE SUN FLICKERED ON THE OCEAN, cutting bright diamonds of light into the surface of the indigo water. A three-year-old girl was peering over the side of a sailboat, staring down into the deep. The only sounds came from her parents’ laughter, the sing-song hum of a man’s voice and the clapping of the waves against the yacht.

      Gradually the sounds became less and less distinct until the girl was quite alone with the ocean. It seemed to be pulling her, drawing her to it… confiding a secret, almost whispering to her.

      She barely felt herself fall as she tipped forward and slipped into the soft ink of the sea.

      Down she twisted, her arms, her legs above her like tendrils. The water felt smooth and perfectly cold; fish darted and silver things whisked by – her breath bubbled up as transparent pearls.

      Then suddenly, like a snap of the fingers, all the fish were gone: it was just the girl in the big wide ocean.

      But she wasn’t quite alone.

      There was something else.

      Something calling to her, but she couldn’t see what. It saw her though, with ancient eyes, unblinking as it steadily pulsed its way through the blue. Something with long, long snaking arms hovering between her and nothing.

      And then, vine-like, the thing coiled a limb round her ankle and tugged her firmly in the direction of infinity. Down to who knew where?

      Ooops, thought the child. And on she spun. Bubbles fizzed about her and her head began to throb, her breath almost gone.

      And then yank! Something grabbed her arm, someone grabbed her arm. The strangling-thing released her; suddenly she was coming up for air, breaking through the surface of the ocean.

      She found herself slapped mackerel-like onto the hot deck of the boat, coughing СКАЧАТЬ