I never hear the water breaking next door. The neighbor’s pool sits silently as sunlight pours across its surface everyday. Bees and flies skim the water but know to not drop too close to the glossy surface that would threaten… Continue Reading
It’s early morning in the natatorium. He watches her swim laps, long fingers cupping handfuls of gorgeous turquoise water, long dark hair trailing in the wake. Illumined by the glow of the underwater lights her pale skin pulls him under.… Continue Reading
We walk up and down in the pool. We talk a lot. She in her lane. Me in mine. Other people swim around us. We exchange pleasantries. Progress to intimacies. I’ve had a heart attack. She’s had breast cancer. She’s… Continue Reading