The Pond

The Pond

My mommy told me not to go near the pond at our new house.

Daddy was out of town.

Mommy said that the pond was too deep, that the bricks around the edge would break and make me fall in. She says I am to young to swim good. I took lessons last summer.

I walked to the pond. It was dark.

There was fuzzy green stuff floating on top. Snails under the leaves of flat round plants growing on top of the water. There were dark little fish way at the bottom.

I stood near the edge and reached down to grab a snail. A long, slender arm reached up and gently pulled me in. It felt cold. I looked at his face. I saw my grandfather.

He said rest now...