Photo Story: Night Swimming
Wet footprints, dancing shadows along the edge of the pool. The turbid water glows like fireflies and in its dark center the moon, almost full, overhead.
After the funeral, you cut swim trunks from your Sunday Suit, gave me the tie to wear as a belt.
Iām not thinking about autumn Mondays or who will make me lunches now that we are only two, only how the moon will shatter when you collide with its reflection. Treading water, I wait for you to dive back in.
When you jump, I go under. Together we touch bottom, buoy back up again.
We are doing these in creative writing here in Winchester (UK). After seeing this I will give up! This is fantastic.
Thomas,
never give up! But thank you š
WOW!!! That is fabulous
Thank you! xo
This is truly one of the most beautiful pieces of flash fiction I have ever read. A class could be taught on this piece alone.
Thank you, Barry. Sincerely
The photo is mesmerising. It brought me here š