The chlorine hit me as soon as the automatic door opened, flooding me with memories. Entry from a dive was shocking, whether it was warm, cold or in-between. I’d always loved the viscosity of the union.
I inhaled deeply and my eyes skimmed the water’s surface then closed, seeing my raised arm and feeling the urgency of breathing deeply. Exhaling hard.
Her touch on my shoulder brought me back and I smiled as the lift was attached and I was hoisted into the air and slowly into the pool, keeping my head still. The only thing I could control now.
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Thank you very much.
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A powerful image, well done.
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A poignant story but I’m glad your character can have some time in the pool none-the-less. Well described!
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Thank you for such positive feedback.
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Wonderful sensory images in this story. Takes me right there.
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I don’t suppose he can feel the water now. What a terrible tragedy, but maybe his memories will help him enjoy this time in the pool. Well done.
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Thank you very much. Yes, they still have enjoyment.
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a very complex story told in so few words. Well-done. I feel so sorry for the guy.
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You are welcome.
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Wow – those final lines came as a surprise. Very poignant story.
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Thank you very much.
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Makes us wonder what happened to him to find himself wheelchair-bound.
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Whew! Goal achieved then. Thankfully, in fast fiction I can let the reader decide.
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Poignant. I loved the use of viscosity (a slow word that coincides exactly with the narrator’s life)
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Thank you. Was having a ‘fluid’ moment.
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