PoolPark
carolsLittleWorld
The pool is closed. The people have all gone; the mothers with their children, the impossibly young teens–gone. The smell of cocoa butter–gone. The beachballs, the flip-flops, the damp towels–gone. The noise–gone.
Wait until just after twilight. Wait a little bit longer. Then just a little longer.
Climb over the fence. Strip off all your clothes. Lay them on the empty chairs. Slide into the cool water. Touch bottom. Float on your back. Look up at the moon.
It’s summer.
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