Two sisters, best friends, ran to the pool’s edge.
Nostrils filled with chlorine, sunscreen, peanut butter. Mother called, but twenty minutes was forever when shimmery waves signaled.
Everything—the cherry Koolaid mustaches, the sticky fingers—would be wiped clean.
They bent knees, inhaled sharply, pinched noses, then jumped, holding hands.
Melanie Maggard is a flash fiction and short story writer living in Seattle. She works as a psychology professor for an online university but hopes to grow up to be an author some day.
“…but twenty minutes was forever when shimmery waves signaled.”
Purely golden line right there! A lovely, visceral piece. :)
Thanks so much! I appreciate the feedback and I am glad you enjoyed my piece. :-)
Ah, summer memories… I hope we can make them this year.
Me too! 🤞🏻
Stunning! Language is so sensual and evocative, it drew me in within the first few words.
Thanks Lisa! I appreciate the feedback and am glad you enjoyed this sweet little story 😉
Loved it!!! Took me back right there with ya!
Thanks so much! :-)