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- Herausgeber: J.a. Jernay
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Joella, an elite freediver, lost her husband eight months ago to a freak underwater accident. Now the only way to forget him is to hold her breath and take the plunge again. Will she be able to conquer her grief—or does she have something else in mind?
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016
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Joella, an elite freediver, lost her husband eight months ago to a freak underwater accident. Now the only way to forget him is to hold her breath and take the plunge again. Will she be able to conquer her grief—or does she have something else in mind?
Free Diving
J.A. Jernay
Joella sat on the sofa in her hotel room, her back straight, her legs splayed open. She wore a sports bra and yoga pants. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. It was six-thirty in the morning on a Thursday.
Ahead of her, propped on the coffee table, was a photo of her husband. It was a five by eight, nicely framed, of him standing proudly on the deck of a boat. That had been during the second year of their three-year marriage.
Before the accident.
When she felt ready, Joella pulled in a deep breath. It was the sort of long, slow breath that you don’t take in daily life. Even longer and deeper than the type people perform in yoga class each week.
This was a training breath.
She reached the top of her breath and felt her diaphragm had expanded as much as possible. She could envision it inside her trunk. It’d probably gone nearly horizontal.
She grabbed the ARD and held it up to her mouth. It stood for an Air Restricting Device and was about half the size of a flashlight. It had been a gift from one of the other women on the team. It was how she was supposed to practice breathing, to build up her strength. She’d let it sit, unused for the past six months. Now she’d taken it out again.
For the dive.
Joella breathed out as much as she could, as hard as she could, for as long as she could. Soon she felt an abundance of blood rushing to her head. She forced herself to continue the long, slow exhale. When she’d nearly reached the bottom of the breath, she pulled the ARD out of her mouth and blew the last remaining air out of her lungs. It was all she could do to keep herself from falling forward over her stomach.
Then she put the ARD back into her mouth and began a long, slow inhale. She breathed in as much as she could, as hard as she could, for as long as she could. When she’d topped off her lung capacity, she felt light-headed, so she held the breath. Five seconds, ten seconds, fifteen seconds passed. Then she slowly exhaled into the ARD, as before.
When she was finished, she clicked her hand-held counter one time. That was one cycle. Only twenty-nine more to go.
Her eyes fixed on her husband’s face, Joella inhaled again.
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That afternoon, Joella was on the small dive vessel, watching the ripples disappear off the front of the bow as they passed across the water. The sun glistened off the peaks and troughs so that the entire surface of the ocean looked like the belly of a scaled fish.
