Week Twenty One: The second time she pushed me under...


Goodness, such violence.
Like Week Twenty, this one was also intended to be a first line. And so, similarly, feel free to use it as a first line, second line, last line, or even as a thematic springboard for something else entirely.
The prompt, in case you can't read my doctor's scrawl:
The second time she pushed me under, I knew she wasn't kidding.
Let's move backwards on the word count in order to lure more writerlies to the cause: 400 words, Sunday, midnight!
Tell your friends. All of your friends.