Trials Of a Kamas Pool
“You can do it! JUMPP!” I gaze down at the transparent blue below. A yellow board sits beneath my feet, the color of would-be divers who left before jumping. “Jump!” my friend expects the best, but she doesn’t know how my knees shake, or how water is like ropes of steel, trapping me under. Several people have clustered at the bottom of the metal frame. In horror, I stare at them.
They encourage me with gestures and words unheard in the clamor of the Kamas Pool. I glance, heaving air into my system, over the edge of the board again. It can’t be so bad… I gasp, and fly off the plank. Eyes open, I see the walls rushing by. For a split second, I soar, then hit the water with a crash. I touch bottom, then noticing I’m 14 feet under, a stroke never taught propels my body to the surface.
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