This Is Why I Learned to Scuba Dive

Flash Nonfiction

My fins were in my left hand and my mask was on my face. The Red Sea was so warm I could barely feel it against my skin. 

Straight ahead across the turquoise waves the low hills of Saudi Arabia shimmered in the heat haze.

I picked up my feet and floated, weightless. 

There was no neoprene between the water and me. I learned to dive in the frigid waters of …