Gemotions

The scent of chlorine hung heavy in the air. The pool shimmered under the late afternoon sun, a place where, long ago, they had learned to swim together, sharing secrets. He found her at a table.

"Remember diving for pennies?" He asked, his voice strained. She stared at him, then shrugged.

“I am sorry, I can't say that I do," she said.

His chest tightened. The water looked cold and uninviting. The laughter of the children playing in the pool sounded distant and muffled.

He turned and walked away, not looking back.