#FlashFiction

He’d climbed the ladder to the high dive; like he’d done hundreds of times. He was one of the few guys that could do a gainer let alone from the high dive. No one was really watching so it was quite the surprise when his body hit the concrete and not the water. The sound of tissue on the pavement registered even above the din of an outdoor pool in the middle of summer-like a circus strong man slapped a medicine ball as hard as he could. Then the melee bagan. People started crying, gasping, covering their mouths as they winced and children began running out as the monster of blood and death began to ooze from his head like unending spilled milk. The lifeguard was useless; pressure on the wound was impossible without turning him over and replacing the chunk of skull smashed apart from his head. Nothing for her to do but get blood on her hands.