Shivering, she stands ready – so young, but her eyes fixed on her goal. Then a signal and she’s off.
I’m in the next lane. I’ve finished my lap and linger to catch my breath and watch.
“Hi,” I greet her as she surfaces. “You did well.”
“It was my first time to do the whole length,” she pants.
I smile encouragement then struggle out, ignoring the disapproval on my grandson’s face as he helps me into my chair and hands me my oxygen mask.
“I know,” I pacify him, gasping now. “I just needed to do it one last time.”
This is my contribution to Friday Fictioneers, a weekly flash fiction link-up hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Thanks to Rochelle for this week’s photo prompt, as well.