Sep 27, 2020
6 min read
A Better Life
Don’t make me go back
David shot up and gasped for breath, flailing in what appeared to be a bathtub of thick water.
The last he knew he was at the resort, about to step in to the pool. Julie was in there already, waiting. Had he fallen in? But this water was cold, and these lights…
“Mr Moss?” a voice said.
