a group of short stories

the sirens call open (the lake of black)

I swim in a lake. The lake is the color of oil. I dive underwater. I see a pair of red eyes staring at me. I gasped. Water enters my lungs. Something grab me by my waist and pulled me further underwater. I hear sweet singing. Telling a story a wonderful place beneath the waves. I would only have to give my life. I am willing.