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“I used to be able to do that, back in my Glory days, Ivy.” My Grandfather told me after he saw me swim my 500 freestyle. I turn my head so I can roll my eyes without him seeing.
“Really, Grandpa? That’s cool.” I tell him politely for the eighth time that day.
“Back in my prime, yeah. Easy.” He tells me from his own little world. “I could beat any guy that tried to compete with me. When I was in the pool. It was like I was wearing wings.”
I decided not to comment on how well wings work under water.
“With each arm movement of my butterfly, their eyes would grow wider and wider and I got further and further ahead.”
I decided not to comment on the fact that you are not supposed to see the other person’s eyes in butterfly.
“There was one race, now, that I certainly remember. I was goin’ to school at Oak Ridge High even though I lived an hour away. I was so good they recruited me to swim with them. Even there I was the fastest on the elite team.” His eyes turned dreamy and then cold. “But there was one guy, I don’t remember his name. He was fast. We were rivals. It came all the way down to me and him in an epic battle for first.” He was getting excited now. “Right before my race, right down to the last second before, there was a scream.” His voice softened. “An eagle came flying in through the front doors. He flew right inside, pooped in the pool and left.” He said sadly. “Cancelled my race.”
I glanced up from fiddling with my zipper on my swim bag.
“That’s to bad.” I tell him sympathetically.
“Yeah, I was heartbroken.”
His eyes lit up. “Did I ever tell you about the time my school had a rocket launch?”
“No.” I reply, stifling a groan.
“Well-” He began.
“Are you filling Ivy’s brain with lies again, Ralph?” My grandma sat next to us on the blue lunch table.
“No, just telling her about that eagle that swooped in and pooped in the pool right before my race freshman year.” He replied, playing it cool. My grandma gives him ‘the look’. “Okay, Okay, I wasn’t a swimmer but the rest of the story is true!” He protested. He gets up and followed my grandma out of the door. I look around awkwardly and then burst out laughing at what I thought was grandpa’s best story yet.
That is my short story for the fair, what do you guys think??
“Really, Grandpa? That’s cool.” I tell him politely for the eighth time that day.
“Back in my prime, yeah. Easy.” He tells me from his own little world. “I could beat any guy that tried to compete with me. When I was in the pool. It was like I was wearing wings.”
I decided not to comment on how well wings work under water.
“With each arm movement of my butterfly, their eyes would grow wider and wider and I got further and further ahead.”
I decided not to comment on the fact that you are not supposed to see the other person’s eyes in butterfly.
“There was one race, now, that I certainly remember. I was goin’ to school at Oak Ridge High even though I lived an hour away. I was so good they recruited me to swim with them. Even there I was the fastest on the elite team.” His eyes turned dreamy and then cold. “But there was one guy, I don’t remember his name. He was fast. We were rivals. It came all the way down to me and him in an epic battle for first.” He was getting excited now. “Right before my race, right down to the last second before, there was a scream.” His voice softened. “An eagle came flying in through the front doors. He flew right inside, pooped in the pool and left.” He said sadly. “Cancelled my race.”
I glanced up from fiddling with my zipper on my swim bag.
“That’s to bad.” I tell him sympathetically.
“Yeah, I was heartbroken.”
His eyes lit up. “Did I ever tell you about the time my school had a rocket launch?”
“No.” I reply, stifling a groan.
“Well-” He began.
“Are you filling Ivy’s brain with lies again, Ralph?” My grandma sat next to us on the blue lunch table.
“No, just telling her about that eagle that swooped in and pooped in the pool right before my race freshman year.” He replied, playing it cool. My grandma gives him ‘the look’. “Okay, Okay, I wasn’t a swimmer but the rest of the story is true!” He protested. He gets up and followed my grandma out of the door. I look around awkwardly and then burst out laughing at what I thought was grandpa’s best story yet.
That is my short story for the fair, what do you guys think??
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