The siren goes off again, warning us that it’s time to vacate the pool area. I can’t find Benson. I last saw him on the diving board begging for one last dive.
Suddenly all the girls are exiting the pool in squeals and screams. It’s all a blur as more of the people around gasp and point, grabbing at hearts, palms over mouths.
Benson, he had gotten his dive… Now the pool of his blood grew larger on the cement.
‘Pictory’ — A picture and a story speaking of and from each other.
Story — ZO
Picture — Kimani Wandaka
Originally published at kimaniwandaka.wordpress.com on February 22, 2016.