Writing :: The B-52 Clause

“You know you tried to drown me once?” I offered over a beer.

“I did?” he asked, surprised–perhaps because I had actually bought a round of drinks.

“In Texas. You held me underwater right by the lifeguard’s chair, so the lifeguard wouldn’t see.”

“I don’t remember that,” he said. “I just remember that you could swim the whole length of the pool and back underwater. No one else could. Remember that?”

“Sure,” I said, and paused. “I taught myself to do that after you tried to drown me. I wanted better lung capacity in case you tried it again.”

“Oh.” He looked guilty. “But something good came out of it, right? Everyone thought you were so cool for swimming underwater like that.”

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Categories: Prose, NaNoWriMo 2006