Going for a Swim

    So... I hold my breath. Like, for fun. A lot. I don't have a lot of friends.
One day, kind of like today, it was super hot outside and my mom had locked me out of the house. She didn't do it because she's a bad mom. It's a long story--and not the one I'm telling. So I'm outside, and I'm really bored, and really hot, so I go over to the kitty pool we put out during the summer. I hop in and start holding my breath. I'm down there at the bottom for a while and I guess I lost track of time because my uncle-- he's like a navy seal-- is diving the pool and cradling me in his arms as he flies up to the surface. My parents are freaking out 'cause, again their good parents and all, and they came home with my uncle and saw me at the bottom of the pool and thought I'd hit my head or something.
    I opened my mouth to say something to calm them down and then water came tumbling out of my mouth and I started hacking more and more of it out.

Reviews

[Stan Lee]

Sounds like you're a lucky fellow that your uncle was there when you "lost track of time"!! I enjoyed the way you told this story. Short stories are my favorite and you didn't over-tell it. Rather you gave the audience room to read between the lines and visualize your tale. Nicely done! Stay inspired! :)

[John King]

Thanks! And ditto!

[AUU]

Quirk short story. I enjoyed it. I don't know if you intentionally did this to emphasize the uncle's heroism, but first you said the pool was a kiddie pool, so I'm picturing one of those cheap plastic pools that are only a foot deep, then you say the uncle is diving into this kiddie pool. I laughed; thought it was funny imagery there :)

Great job.