Title:           Clutch.
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Saturday 16th of January 2016 05:26:32 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 16th of January 2016 05:26:32 PM CDT

Everything and everyone and all of us are being pinched at the very souls and goaded upwards by some incredible pull. The diving board trembles as it flips another occupant off into the deep. A rising squeeze of water at the center plops back into the center of a rapidly spreading white foam. One second. Two second. Three. The water is healed again. And then a terrible monster emerges and asserts itself violently into being. A man with hair slicked against his head and water pouring off of him thrashes about.
 
The diving board quivers.
“You’re up kid,” Someone behind Douglas.
He digs his hands into the wet metal rungs and breaths deep of their oxide slick. At the top of the board which was like sandpaper against his fleshy soles, he could see everything, the world in a slow melt, like an ice cube left on the table.
 
Hands and arms wheeled about from across the pool. The choppy waters were teeming with children the same age as Douglas. He took to the vantage like a pirate in a crows nest. Oily whales basked in sagging lawn chairs with the cooking sun against their back. With a squint, sweat and sunscreen leaked off them, and you could nearly hear the skin crisping golden brown.
His own mother buried herself into a book with a pair of sunglasses against her eyes, hair done up in a neat brown bun. She clearly had no intention of entering the water.
Keith and Ben and Thomas melded in with the rest of the children. What the adults saw as play was something much more amazing. It was a congress of great minds. The sea was a salty canvas which bubbled at its’ depths with swimming monsters and spectres of imagination. The pool was chlorine swamps where two intrepid explorers waded, chest deep. It was an arena for play and a court fit for basketball. A great singular mind became of them all in their play, directing, capturing and turning them around in whatever direction it pleased. Here the arena where worlds were made and world’s were smothered in the deep in of the waters. Girls approached boys who looked at one another for the first time ever with some dim awareness of not just their differences, but their miraculous similarities. The boys in their swimming trunks all bright and colored up with trees, dinosaurs or nothing at all. The girls with their swimming suits and one pieces, they couldn’t helped but be pulled towards one another, only to be violently disconnected with great tidal waves thrown at each-others faces.