Open Water

Gasping for air, struggling to keep afloat, he tried to claw his way out of the hell which was for him bespoke. No matter his denial, it was to him clear: neither the silver on his left nor the gems on his right could save him, could stop dead his fear. So with one last effort, with the light in his eyes reduced to but a speck, he lifted his hands and clasped the gold chain around his neck.