This post is as a response to Carrot Ranch’s writing prompt #99WordStory on Floating. The instruction is to write a 99-word-story, no more, no less, on floating.
I’m floating at Coogee Beach pool; learning to swim where my Mum learned—my 80-year-old grandma sprightly and upright walking miles up hills and down dales to see us at the beach.
That night I lie in bed and capture the sensation of floating: the relaxation and joy of being in water—being held, supported, and caressed by nature.
My hair gets gold highlights in it and my sister and I walk down the beach searching out shells and treasures.
One time my sister found $10! Just don’t bathe near the storm water outlet cos it makes people sick.