Susan Power’s short essay in City Wilds, begins in …show more content…
My friend and I walked along the wet sandy shore towards the cliffs on the opposite end of the lake. With our hearts set on swimming to the middle of the lake, we tried to lift our feet from the sand that swallowed them deeper with every step. When my foot came down a sharp ping of pain led up from my foot and made my leg tremble in pain. I lifted my leg quickly above the ankle deep water as blood started gushing out into the water. Unlike Power, I did become angry with the lake and it’s lazy patrons who threw glass beer bottles into the water which stayed buried under the sand (is this necessary), after all they were the reason I was left immobile for three days and left a permanent circular scar on the bottom of my