I open the back door and step onto the deck, the sticky summer heat moistening my skin, and step gingerly into the refreshing, frigid, pool. My mother insists that babies are too young to swim; I didn’t learn until I was in my twenties. I clutch my six-month-old daughter to my chest, her head resting in the crook of my neck, until the water is chest-level. I carefully let her go, my arms outstretched to catch her, just in case. Fearlessly, she ducks her head underwater, her tiny legs fluttering like a bird’s wings. I dive under and rise to meet her under the rippling blue surface, kissing her cheek.
The Six Sentence Stories prompt this week is Deck.