Swim Club Scare

You and a friend break into your neighborhood swim club late one night to go for an after-hours dip. While splashing around in the pool, you go into shock when a dead body floats to the top. Worse yet—it’s someone you know. Write this scene.

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  1. kathleenmagner

    The lock buckled with Leo’s next thrust, the crack making Darren’s insides shudder.

    “Shhh,” he whispered.

    “Don’t be such a baby.”

    Pocketing the set of tweezers and paperclip, Leo wiped the latch and lock with his towel. He covered his hand with the terrycloth and depressed the handle, inching the door ajar. The smell of chlorine poured through the gap, riding a wave of steam.

    Darren ran his hand along the length of his swim trunks, drying the sweat from his palm. “Are you sure about this?”

    “Are you sure you want to look like an idiot?”

    Sticking his head through the door, Leo glanced right and left, then vanished into the cloudy air. Rippling reflections licked the doorframe where he had stood, making the shadows quiver. The squish of his sneakers dwindled, leaving Darren with the rustle of leaves stirred by summer’s earliest winds, the gurgling from the club’s central fountain, and the buzz of electricity in the night lamps. He hoped the combination might obscure their escapade while keeping his ear out for the stomps of Mr. Neilson and the clink of his grounds keeping tools.

    “You chicken?”

    Darren jolted at the sound of Leo’s voice. “No.”

    “Then get in here.”

    Throttling his towel, Darren darted through and pushed the door closed behind him. He forced his heavy feet to tread across the tiles and to the pool where moonlight streamed through the opened roof, creating a mottled sheen of silver and black.

    Rounding to the deep end, Leo tossed his towel onto one of the reclining chairs. He shook out his legs, swung his arms back and forth, and then dove. Water rippled away from him as he swam the length of the pool, each smooth stroke a soft slip submerging beneath the surface. He touched the wall, drew his legs beneath him, and began to tread.

    “Don’t just stand there.”

    “How…?” Darren winced when Leo smirked.

    Kicking off the wall, Leo waved to the right. “There’s a ladder over there.”

    With a gulp, Darren paced along the edge. Staring at the curving rungs disappearing into the water, he set his towel onto a nearby chair and stripped out of his sweatshirt. His tee shirt seemed to cling, whether by sweat or fear, but Leo’s snickering inspiring a hot wave of shame. Working free of his last layer, Darren pivoted from the pile of dry clothes and ran his fingertips across his bare middle, his skin pebbling over muscles tensed from his held breath.

    “It’s not deep,” said Leo. He stood, proving the fact and spattered the water lapping at his waist.

    “Deep’s not my problem,” whispered Darren as he gazed down the length of the pool.

    The liquid yards seemed to stretch, making each surrounding solid object waver. Shifting his feet, Darren made certain the tiles beneath him remained intact.

    “Then what is?” Leo bobbed beneath the surface and popped back up, his hair gleaming.”It’s only water.”

    “It’s a lot of water.”


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