they read me because they pity me
timer: 10 min
edits: 2 min
erotica prompt: “Brad gets more of a job than he bargained for when he arrives to clean a pool and discovers a young woman floating unconscious at the deep end.”
Brad stood by the pool. He looked down at his hands and looked back at the chick in the water. She wasn’t moving or it didn’t look like it but he couldn’t be sure because the surface of the water was moving.
He moved closer, leaned in, squinting. Bitch wasn’t moving.
Brad straightened his back, thinking. He had recently acquired his American CPR and First-Aid Certification from the American Red Cross and was trained to handle emergency situation. He nodded slowly to himself, rehashing the steps of the process.
The thing to do first was to call 9-1-1. In the trainings, there had always been someone else present who could be obliged to go call 9-1-1 while also grabbing the First Aid Kit. Now, looking around, he saw no one. He had arrived to clean the pool at the usual hour, 11:20 AM, when he both of the neighbors were usually still at work.
He shook his head, wishing someone else was there to dial so he could get to the act of entering the water and saving the girl. He withdrew his iphone from his pocket and dialed.
A short ring sounded, then a click.
“This is the 911 department.”
“You have dialed 9-1-1. There are seven callers currently ahead of you. Please be prepared to describe your emergency and provide your correct address. Please have proper legal identification at the ready. Thank you.” A click, and a clip of soft music.
Brad put his phone to his lips in frustration and sucked in air. He looked to where the girl lay floating suspended beneath the surface of the water. He wondered how she managed not to float up, as it looked as if she had some fat on her. He couldn’t tell from above the surface.
lightning in my
eyes and mind and i’m
all swollen up want your
mediocre lips on my misshapen
to smell you above me want
the warmth and
the light maybe
vitamin d maybe
attack from behind slit my
throat catch my blood in your hands
smear me down taste
my death in your
never tell me