- Vol. 04
- Chapter 05
Bath Road, September ‘81
Kicking backwards across the pool – two floats beneath my head – trepidation turns to terror when too strong a kick turns me over.
Flailing beneath the water, there is nothing, whatsoever, to cling to and time… slows…
The surface parts and Mr Woollaston’s hand descends; a silhouette at first, the detail gradually focusing, revealing at last glimmering strings of tiny bubbles caught upon the reddish hairs of his freckled forearm,