Drowning Above Water is a story about our journeys-the courage it takes to start them, and what we might lose along the way. This is a excerpt from the novel, a picture of Malina’s journey.
Finally, she saw the door and she let her feet stop.
The doctor’s front door stood as it had years ago, but it was grey now. She couldn’t remember if it was grey when she had lived here as a girl, playing house. Or maybe it was white and the darkness and street lights were making their own color palette, mixing and creating colors to get the visual they wanted. But the grass was green. That was certain. Not blue. Not brown. Green. That’s where she knelt down. She had passed tired. She had passed sore and blistered. Every toe and the soles of her feet were sloughed and bleeding. There was nothing in her stomach. It had been hours since she’d eaten or drunk anything. Her stomach squeezed and kneaded in its own acids. She didn’t have the energy to throw up another time. She shook and spasmed on the ground. While she didn’t fall down, she didn’t remember lying down either. The only thing she knew was that the ground was cool and the blades of grass were both soft and bristling against her cheek as she buried her face in the ground. Then came the feeling of drenching wet in her nose as the rain poured down from the sky.