The Boy With Long Hair

It was only after I’d swum ten lengths or so of the pool that I was aware I was being watched. At the shallow end I stood up and looked around. Lots of other swimmers on this Friday evening, most not noticing me, except this boy wearing a bathing cap, who was thirteen, fourteen at most. A smile momentarily flickered across his face before he looked away and dived beneath the surface. Did he know me?

Perhaps he was just noticing what a good swimmer I was, easily the best in the pool that evening. I had been coming to the baths week in week out for the best part of ten years, and now that...

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