Sunday, December 16, 2018

The Pool (Day 697)

He had never mastered the art of breathing 

underwater. While others dove and splashed 

around him, he waited at the edge, feigning 

indifference to the weightless floating and 

raucous games in which his friends indulged, 

though he was often invited. 

Seldom did he dip his toes in the gelatinous 

pool of emotions, fearing the undertow might 

draw him to its emerald heart, where he would 

be utterly and forever at odds with the patterns 

of light dancing across the sandy floor.

(c) 2018, by Hannah Six

Image:  CoYep/Wikimedia Commons (CC BY-SA 3.0)

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