Fiction | February 01, 2018
A Morning Swim
Robert Garner McBrearty
Jill was still sleeping so he got out of bed quietly, and in the bathroom he pulled on his swimming suit and stepped into his sandals. She was still sleeping when he left the rental cottage that overlooked the bay. He planned to be back from his swim before she even woke because he knew she would worry. Earlier in the summer, there had been stories in the local paper about shark sightings all up and down the Cape, even close to shore, but there hadn’t been any reports in almost a month now, and at any rate, not a single soul in the area had been attacked, and what were the odds anyway? He wasn’t an overly cautious person, but he was hardly reckless.
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