I bought six postcards at the Tate Modern last week, each featuring a different artist.
I’ve written a very short story on the back of each one. No, I didn’t realise Jan Carson has already done it.
It’s a fun exercise, so I thought I’d post the results here. Today’s is Ed Rusha’s Pool #2.
If you’re lonely and want to get some mail, drop me a line and I’ll post one to you. Second class, obviously.
The Last Splash
She remembered the last splash, her board’s reverberations and exclamations of glee come chaos.
Since the final pool party, she’d missed the touch of dainty toes and sandpaper heels against her spring.
She recalled the morning after, waking dry mouthed, with the bitter taste of iron against her basin and scarlet scum thick across her tiles.
A folded sign now read, “No diving. Less than two metres deep.”
And they no longer came.
For no fun’s to be had in treading water.
Henry Says 