Poolside
By J.M. Snyder
Perched in the lifeguard’s chair high above
the college’s Olympic-sized swimming pool, Kevin Chase stared
across the water and kept an eye on the students splashing below.
He’d grown used to the summery smell of chlorine and raucous shouts
that echoed off the tiled walls. Now only an hour from the end of
his shift, he held his whistle in his fist and twirled its lanyard
around and around his hand, first one way, then the other. Only an
hour, and then he’d close the pool and have the place to himself.
Sure, he had practice tomorrow with the rest of the swim team, but
he savored the opportunity to get in a few extra laps with no one
else in his way.
The gym doors squeaked open and boyish
laughter drifted in as a handful of young men pushed each other
into the pool room. Tell me that isn’t… Kevin lifted his
sunglasses to get a better look. s**t. Danny Santos.
Suddenly he wondered how suspicious it would be if he dived off the
chair to hide in the water below. Danny. Here. Tonight. Why?