Friday takes a dip in the pool:
She planted her hands on the side of the pool and pushed – deftly swiveling as she rose out of the water to plant her seat on the concrete. She heard the faint scratching as the concrete snagged the fabric of her swimsuit, reminding her of lifeguards whistling, sno-cones, flip-flips and the summers of her childhood.
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I love that you do this. I especially love that you mentioned the snagging on the side of the pool. Because that's always the first thing that happens to me when I get out; the little "crrrrrrrrzh" of my bathing suit bottom scraping concrete.
You're a doll.
Your Fiction Fridays are so well-written. I'm always impressed at how you suggest an entire story or evoke a potent memory in 55 words.
roonie and cm: Thanks! Your comments mean more to me than you know :)
I enjoy my 55 Fiction Fridays. I kind of sit there and flip through a lexicon of images, thoughts, and feelings until I find one that I think I can flesh out in 55 words. 9 times out of 10, I go with the first one that grabs me.
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