Have you ever had a moment when you realized you needed to get the hell out then and there?
That instant you just knew you couldn’t waste a minute more to second-guess yourself?
There’s a labyrinth of man-made canals that connects to the ocean near my house. Water visibility is, on good days, maybe a foot. It didn’t exactly look inviting.
Still, people go in it. Because, why not? No harm in having a swim, especially on a hot summer’s day, right?
I used to think so, too.
But I haven’t gone back there since that day I had one of those moments.
I was swimming alone. I was treading water, savoring the summer afternoon, when someone touched my leg.
Human fingertips lightly brushed my calf. Logically, it had to have been some debris. But since when did driftwood feel like human fingers?
Whatever it was, I never had the chance to find out. I didn’t want to risk it.
So I swam back to safety.
Join us for more tales from the tavern where everyone learns the hard way. An antique dealer opens an ancient chest that had been sealed for a reason. A man inherits a family estate and all its secrets. And a quaint BnB holds tight to its guests.
Settle in, pour yourself a drink, try to relax.
And remember; when your gut tells you to run—listen.
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