Night-time, black ink water; the open-air pool’s easy to break into.
Skinny dipping, diving in at the deep end. Ignoring the sting of chlorine, washing away the sweat of the last day of Summer.
Being young means never knowing time is running out.
Sinking, they kiss.
Hold their breath forever.
Steven Holding lives in the United Kingdom. Most recently, his work has appeared in ANNIHILATION from Black Ink Fiction. You can follow his work at www.stevenholding.co.uk.
Well done. I remember those days. Some pools use mics to trace break ins. Watch out.
Awesome read