swimming pools - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The brochure had promised a swimming pool, but all that was there was a lap pool, about a metre wide and twenty metres long. There were grass trimmings floating in it's over chlorinated waters and scum on the tiles. It was about as inviting as tepid tea.
The swimming pool had long sat empty. It had become a pit for the fall leaves and stray sticks. Like this it would be a death-trap for the kids. Their only option was to renovate it or break it up and fill in in with rocks and mud. The latter was cheaper and would have less on-going care.
The long anticipated swimming pool his parents had promised turned out to be one of those ones that sat on the lawn like a big breakfast bowl or like an overgrown paddling pool. He sighed, and seeing the beaming looks on their faces he could tell that he was supposed to be pleased.
It was an open air swimming pool in a leafy suburb and a mecca for school children with little else to do as summer stretched lazily into August. It was shaped like a chunky letter L with one section for the diving boards. There was always a lane roped off for anyone that wanted to swim, but at anytime of day you could bet money that kids were just playing catch with a beach ball in it and win. Kids lay out on inflatable mattresses, dived, spun and played tag as the lifeguards looked on. The radio blared from the pool side. Around the pool was a grassy area dotted with deciduous trees so you could choose to lie out on your towel in the shade or the sunshine.
The dim lights flickered like an old burning candle. The buzz of the neon strips accompanied the hum of the slowly dying fan. The vapour of the toxicating chlorine embedded itself on my nasal hairs
"Swimming pools are scary at night", he thought.
He was a watchman at one of them. He went to investigate the splashing sound from the side of the pool. Horrified he saw his own body floating in the water, bleeding. The water painted red.
That was when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
Mac would describe the swimming pool as a cesspool and he took sadistic pleasure in reminding Saffie of this before every team practice. He was jealous of course, but it upset her all the same.
Oasis of fake palm trees, chlorinated pool of urine, source of hand and foot warts, floating band aids and human hair, diapered babies, sea of the great unwashed, film of hair gel and sunscreen.
The a cacophony of voices and splashes greeted his ears at the swimming pool. 'It is always like this' he glowered internally, 'always like a zoo'. Then he dropped his eyes to the pool water that lapped at the tiled edges, 'urine' he thought, they all pee in here and I know it. Now I'm supposed to swim in there and have fun. He formulated a plan and clutched his middle, a stomach ache should get me out of this one he thought.
Splashes, squeals, broad smiles, diving, floats, water slide, wave machine, squirty guns, life guards patrol, parents sitting at the side with laptops, iPads, iPods, e-readers, books, magazines, floor cluttered with bags, extra coats draped over white plastic chairs. Piped music, aqua fit for seniors, jump, hop, skip, side step, baby classes, ring 'o' roses. Swim classes, private lessons. Flags hung from roof rafters, floor to ceiling bay of windows bathes pool in light.