My Swimming Trunks Have Been Sucked Off Page

Now I was naked, ringless, and my wife was on the beach. This was no longer a comedy. This was a tragedy with a one-man cast.

She looked up from her book. “You’re back early. Did you see any fish?” My Swimming Trunks Have Been Sucked Off

The vent was a smooth, lipped hole in the limestone, about the size of a dinner plate. I pressed my face close. Darkness. A low, gurgling hum. And there, just visible in the faint turquoise light, was a flash of blue pineapple. My trunks were caught on a ledge about ten feet down the throat of the hole. I reached in. My fingertips brushed the fabric. The current grabbed my wrist. Now I was naked, ringless, and my wife was on the beach

I took a breath. “The Aegean Sea has claimed them as tribute.” She looked up from her book

“…The Aegean Sea has expensive taste.”