When Sixty Women Enter the Water
The pond had begun as calm.
It had not remained that way.
Footsore from walking, Leon waded in, expecting just relief. The sun had pressed down hard for forty-eight hours straight. Water might wash that away, maybe even clear his head some. All he wanted was air that didn't burn. A moment without weight.
Maybe he'd learn next time. Could've seen it coming, really.
Females began moving toward the shore, though none carried pure thoughts. Not one of them approached the man without hidden motives shaping her steps.
It started without harm. Light splashing broke the quiet. Laughter came suddenly. A nudge slipped in, then fingers sent droplets flying. Sun danced on ripples made by joy.
Then the mood shifted.
A touch skimmed across his shoulder blades, light but unmistakable. Over by the sleeve of his coat, a palm stayed put well past normal politeness. Just beside his ear, words slipped out soft - then broke apart into hushed amusement.
