Eureka Street has today published Swimming in ink, a story that began with one thought – the opening line – and then took on a life of its own.

Here’s an excerpt:

He is out there, a fellow water man, in the real dark, in the blue-black ink. I am just here in the shallows, for I am not a swimmer. I can neither see him nor hear him but know he is there because his bike and his clothes are in their usual spot by the footpath.

Visit Eureka Street to read the full story.