Before anyone says anything… I do NOT take credit for the title of this one. It’s a play we put on at my school once, a really weird British “make you uncomfortable” drama that can be a monologue or have a million actors… it’s cool. And also unrelated to this, the title just fit.

I like it. The bit about the pool feels random at first, maybe due to the thrown in line about painting houses, but it works in the end and makes for a good metaphor.

The fact that I know a lot of neighborhoods like that makes me like this more than I otherwise would, and I like it a lot already.:D

Wonderful. I like that you pointed out a pool is just as dangerous full or empty, nice touch! And that she is strong enough not to feel she has to explain her reasoning to him, she simply states “I won’t.” Sweet!

(I also wanted to balance that one pencil, it was giving your story the finger; obviously a mistake.)

Haha no, there’s just silly people who like to do that to, I dunno, aggravate us or something…

It’s a stream of consciousness, but it also describes the way you feel when overwhelmed by love.

Beautiful <3

Nice work 93, the entire piece builds her character for the reply to Henry’s question in the last piece. I love it. You and PJ are doing a great job with this.

Wow. This one hits you in the gut because of that casually thrown in line about jumping into an empty pool. Whew! I feel drained after this one!

I dig the title. The image of a pool with no water resonates well. It also continues the sense of foreboding established in the previous story.