I could feel it coming.
I just knew it was never going to happen. The melting asphalt was telltale.
I could smell the chlorine but my stomach ached
nervously. If I just kept facing front –
maybe, I could prevent the inevitable.
Hurry up in there!
Let us in!
But, even though I couldn’t see them, I could hear it
starting; the concerned whispers, the stifled upset and then my name being
called.
We had to leave. She was sick.
No swimming today.
I hated her for always wrecking all the fun.
I never told her that.
Not once.
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