“Come here!” my sister yelled as I climbed the pool ladder, my eyes and freckled nose stinging from chlorine. I ignored her, walking up to the high dive. She shot from her seat and charged around the pool deck. “Walk!” the lifeguard barked. Speedwalking, my sister caught up and yanked me around to face her. “Look. Down,” she hissed. I followed her gaze and then I died. Freed from the confines of wet spandex during my last jump, and having never before seen the sun, one pale breast lolled against my chest, swaying gently as it beamed like a headlight.
Steph Kent Scott is a former teacher and published writer with an MFA in Creative Writing YA literature. She is represented by Lizz Nagle at Victress Literary. skscottwriter.com Bluesky, Instagram, Threads, and Twitter: @skscottwriter