
Drowning by Thomas Piekarski
From my childish perspective it seems perfectly safe: I think I see my reflection on the pool’s bottom. Plenty shallow says my malleable brain, brain not yet taught to swim. Then a magical vision emerges: I view myself happily hopping in the way kids do a wading pool. So I toss my flabby body unwittingly into the deep end, eight feet to the bottom bound. … Continue reading Drowning by Thomas Piekarski