Yard Sale by Conall Plunkett

As I finish the long hike up the side of the rapid, I make the decision that could determine my fate. I drop my paddle at the shore and get in my boat. Sattler's. I wanted your acceptance, your power. I wanted the beatdown, yet you released me. No matter, I will try again. I drop into the water, feeling the cool water between my fingers. I wait until I am clear, then I begin to paddle. After a few seconds, the horizon approaches. I feel the impact, the sudden stop. I try to breathe, but only water enters. I quickly spit it out, and finally get a breath. I stay on my side for as long as possible, before I spin backwards and flip. I get ready to hold as long as I can, when I suddenly roll back. I continue on my side until I ultimately flip again and wash out. I try to roll, knowing I could do it on flat water. I fail my first attempt, then my second, before knowing the futility of it all and pulling my skirt. The glorious other keeners where there to aquire the yard sale I became, and returned my boat to me.