John stood over the opening. He was unable to move, paralyzed with fear while his friends tried to cajole# him into jumping in.
The hole itself wasn’t big. Big enough for one person to go through at a time, the way only one key can fit a lock at any time.
Inside, a whirling vortex of water filled the space. Anything that entered was sucked down and through a tunnel in the rock, and then shot out into the lake 50 metres away.
He had seen his friends do it. All of them came out as expected, safe and exited at the experience.
But this wasn’t a game to John. He wanted nothing more than to back away from his friends’ teasing; to retreat into his shell and just go home. He’d never live it down, but he’d be alive.
He looked away from his feet and the hole toward the sky. The sun felt nice. Then, he jumped in.