© irene waters 2015
Like an arrow I cut through the water, my cheeks puffed as I negotiated the need to exhale. I expelled tiny bubbles, rejoicing in the cool velvety texture of the fluid I travelled through. My outstretched hands touched the bottom and I flipped, momentarily giving my feet a surface on which to push, sending myself flying to the top. Surfacing I laughed with pure joy. My father watched. “Can I do it again. Please.”
“Okay. This time use the board. Three bounces.”
The spring-board groaned as thrice I jumped, then flew up through the air. My exhilaration was complete.
In response to Charli’s 99 word flash fiction where this week she asks:
May 6, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that is a snapshot of spring. I realize that some Rough Writers are riding into autumn, and I hope this isn’t a disadvantage to focus on a season we are not collectively sharing. We could think of it as “spring eternal.” Warm, renewing, new life, hope.
Respond by May 12, 2015 to be included in the weekly compilation.Rules are here. All writers are welcome!
About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
Clever!
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Thanks Helen.
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Lovely!
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Thank you.
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Lovely – getting a spring into spring. I can feel the joy! 🙂
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Nothing quite like springing into the water although these days I probably wouldn’t do it until Summer. 🙂
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Nor me! 🙂
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Glorious! I love reading the different takes people have of swimming through water – you’ve done it so poetically 🙂
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Thanks Marigold. 🙂
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Ahh…’spring-board’, got it! Love this Irene and at last attempting to catch up here and see what great posts I’ve missed 🙂
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Hope you had a nice time with your Mum.
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Lovely thanks Irene. Look forward to sharing it with you 🙂
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A clever twist on “spring”! Your description of cutting through the water can be felt. I like that we learn afterwards what the character is doing. Great flash!
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I enjoyed your dive and swim.
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Thank you Kalpana
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