Kayak
The plausible thought of falling into the Antarctic waters below, sat with me. The pulverising sun ricocheting off the water glared into my now blind eyes. The puerile behaviour of myself forced me into a kayak, isolated and alone.
The perfidious kayak entered the water With little chance of staying afloat. Nervously entering the vessel, I gulped and paddled off.
With no practice, we are forced to race. The shambolic placement of boats in the water confused me. With little chance of winning, I slowed down and to sing a mellifluous tune to myself.
By Thomas
