October 24, 2007

He pointed into the empty swimming pool. “There,” he said. “There is where it all happened.”

Leaves rustled where water once lapped. He pressed a book into her hands, filled with pictures and stories of the ways he’d made her smile. She declined to open it, set it on the lip of the pool.

He gasped as she dove, but her arms took hold, and she swam to one end and then the other, propelled through the air so much more easily than she expected.

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