“Yes, I know all about the legends…myths – whatever you wanna call them,” she said as she stripped down to her bikini. “They’re not true and I’m still gonna do it.”
It was dead of winter and the ice was a foot thick in the middle of Convict lake. With her boyfriends help, she had cut a hole in it large enough to slip into.
“I have a bad feeling about this, Babe,” the boyfriend complained.
“It’ll be fine. They’re jus’ stories – besides it’s too cold for a cold-blooded beast to be swimming about.”
“We don’t really know that its cold-blooded,” he countered, “What if dinosaurs were actually warm-blooded.”
“Oh, pish-posh,” she replied as she squatted by the hole and smiled, “Don’t forget to push record on your phone this time. I only want to do this once.”
He held the cellphone in front of him, recording her as she slipped her feet, then her legs through the hole, finally submersing her entire body, her head still above the water.
“See, I told you,” she smiled, looking up into the camera.
In a flash she disappeared beneath the surface. A multitude of bloody bubbles danced to the surface in her wake.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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