Old As Fuck

I went swimming today.

It's something I had put off from a long time and I finally get around in doing it as a welcome for the new year.

There were too many people in the pool. Sunday. Must take mental note. And there was a kid, tanned and bloody young. He was as tall as my leg. He must have been no more than six. I could drown him just by pressing his head underwater.

He must have been there for a long time, thrashing in the water like a merman. When I had finished my second lap in fretted freestyle, he was already partaking his seventy fourth lap in butterfly strokes. That prick.

I looked around and realised that they were everywhere. One boy which was no more than eleven was teaching his mother how to perform backstrokes to precision. A whole line of prepubescent fuckers giggling as they dived and pieced the water like knives.

I am prehistoric.

An hour after I entered the swimming complex, I extracted myself in breathlessness and shame. I saw a kid by the edge of the swimming pool. He was afraid to jump in, his toes touched the water and withdrew back into dry land. I smiled at the back of my head and almost gun clicked at him.

'That's the spirit, young bean!'