Michael Malone - Weebly

it was only 12:30. In the living room he found Emerald
and Arthur on the couch, examining a catalog of
bedroom suites. They told him they thought the party
had left together, not too long ago, to go do something
somewhere else. They didn't know what, or where.
Closing the glass doors behind him, the banker
stepped out into the now chilly night. He walked quickly
along the flagstone path toward the trees that hid the
pool. His foot kicked a glass. There among garden
chairs lay plates, bottles, ashtrays, and records, all
strewn everywhere. That Kate! Just to run off and leave
this chaos!
Leave half the lights on! Ransom stepped around
the pink flowering azalea and onto the concrete.
In the shadows of the shallow end, something
luminous drifted against the side of the pool. He thought
someone must have thrown in a lounge chair. Or a
towel. He walked closer. Then he ran. He felt as if his
body were on fire. He could hear his own scream as he
jumped, already reaching for her in the water. His hand
hit against her arm and the arm jerked and sank away
from him. Not breathing, he bent under her floating