Chlorine

Did you hear the possums last night? Up in the roof? she says.

Sorry, I say, I didn’t.

It sounded like a stampede. Like a wild party.

Why weren’t we invited? I chuckle. Nah, I was asleep.

I forgot, she says. You sleep deep.

I had a dream, I say.

Now you’re sounding like Martin Luther King. What was yours?

I was swimming laps in the pool a week before lock-down. I was the only one there. I came out feeling exhausted but exhilarated. That’s when I came in to see you.

You better have a shower then, she says.

Why’s that?

You smell of chlorine.

 

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