That night, after visiting his father at the hospital for the final time, Franklin went for a swim at his motel. A locked rusty gate surrounded the pool. He retrieved a key from the manager and was told not to dive. He promised he wouldn’t. The kidney-shaped pool was shallow at both ends. A light built into its wall tinted the water enigmatically blue. Sodden leaves and grass clippings bobbed on the surface alongside dead bugs.
Cover Page Footnote
"Two Lives Saved" was originally published at Booth.
"Two Lives Saved,"
Booth: Vol. 6
, Article 4.
Available at: https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/booth/vol6/iss3/4