16 August 2019 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
George’s wetsuit did little to abate the chilling clutches of the water surrounding him.
He glanced towards his oxygen tank dial as sunlight shone down through an opening in the cavern above. 10 minutes left; 10 minutes to find her, and if her tank had depleted at the same rate as his, 10 minutes to save her.
How could she have been so foolish? He too had been obsessed by the idea of finding the, well, they did not know exactly, but they knew it was here, somewhere.
Movement came from below. It was Maggie, alive, but she was not alone.