Waves


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Wading out into the water enjoying the surf Pip made his way.  Today would be the day.  \paddling out on his surfboard he knew he was ready.  Against his fathers wishes he had snuck out in the early hours before the sun had risen and gone down to the beach with his board.  he’d watched surfers for years and only had four lessons but he was sixteen and determined.

Seven am, a beautiful sun had risen and there was a warm breeze.  The waves had begun to swell and out he went.  Over one, tow, he turned himself around.  Here comes a big one.  He was ready.  He steadied himself.  The wave picked him up and off he went.  As he stood he had an odd feeling, he was steady, but suddenly there it was and it was moving in fast.  The dark shadow was coming in from his right side moving like a torpedo.  The fin surfaced and it was too late.  it grabbed hold of the board and flipped him like a pancake.  As he hit the water he felt the tear in his abdomen.  It was too late.  Pip was gone, never having fully rode the wave he wanted all his life.  Lost in the waves forever.

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