He was in the bath.
The water was so warm.
But something didn't feel right.
His father came in to find him this way.
Sitting in the bath, fully clothed and looking confused.
Sitting in the bath his parents had run and then left unattended.
The bath he had slipped into without so much as a splash.
"Honey! Come and see this!"
She entered the room and had to laugh at the sight of her poor sodden boy.
"How did we not hear him get in?" they wondered incredulously.
They laughed even though in the pits of their stomaches was a sickness at what could have been, at what they might have walked in to find.
She couldn't help but be reminded.
He was in the pool.
The water was so cold.
Something wasn't right.
His older brother came outside to find him this way.
Floating face down in the swimming pool.
The pool that was not gated, back when there was no law about gated pools.
The pool he fell into with a splash that no-one heard.
A splash his older brother would never forgive himself for missing.
He screamed for someone to help. But there was only him. It was his job to mind his baby brother.
"How did I not hear him?"
The question must have repeated itself forever in his head.
But the answer would not change a thing.
His baby brother was gone.
She remembered. A tiny white casket.
Two stories. Outcomes differing by the finest of margins – dumb luck.
The second story belongs to someone else.
But the first story is mine.
My little boy. My LD, not quite 2 years old and a bath full of water the ultimate temptation to a little boy that can not swim.
But it wasn't funny at all.
This post is linked up with The Red Dress Club.
The prompt for this week was “Water gives life. It also takes it away.”