A Low Glide

I rested both flippers against the slick, polished edge of the plaza bench. The long grey granite felt cool and completely smooth. Climbing onto the low end, I lowered myself onto my white stomach. I tucked my feet back. With one quiet push from my toes, I glided forward across the stone. The fabric slid easily, coasting in a neat, straight line while I held my flippers out wide to steer. I drifted along the cool surface until I gently drifted to a stop near the corner.