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First Day Back – Friday Fictioneers

Good Wednesday morning, my peeps.  Our fearless leader, Rochelle, is gallivanting about Israel, basking in the sun and doing good things, but has not left us totally stranded.  She really wanted us to think of her so she supplied her own photo of her favourite activity.  Her happy place, if you were.  What to do?  It’s not mine!  So, here goes… I “do the best I are”…

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First Day Back

His first day back at the pool after months of therapy filled him with anxiety.  He had an irrational fear of water since the accident.

His thoughts drifted back to that day. Walking out of the locker room, the swim team boys were laughing, ribbing and jostling each other. As a result, he slipped and fell, his back smashing against the side before landing in the pool, head first.  He woke up in the hospital, temporarily paralysed from the waist down.

A shout from his friends shook him out of his reverie. “Yo, Joey! Ready to get your ass whupped?”


132 thoughts on “First Day Back – Friday Fictioneers

    • Dear Rochelle,

      I think it will. No wallowing in the water 😉
      Wanted to do something a little uplifting.

      Shalom and lotsa love,



  1. I guess his friends aren’t treating him any different because of the accident. Hopefully he can get back into it soon and not let the phobia build. Nice story and an original take on the picture. 🙂

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  2. Wow! How interesting that this is where it took you (reading this after I had just posted mine… — you’ll see what I mean).
    Insensitivity is almost a right of passage for some, especially young (and some not so young…) men, who cover their insecurities with bravado.
    I hope he does okay. I hope he whoops their bee-hinds, metaphorically …
    Well done, you!

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  3. Good grief! And knowing all that, his buddies asked him if he wanted to get his ass whupped? Men are weird. Women would be all, “Oh, Honey, are you sure you want to do this? Let us help you. We’ll be right beside you every minute.”

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  4. Q,

    Best way back is going straight through the places you’ve ventured before, which needs an ample amount of trash talking. I think most peeps would definitely agree that it beats the hell out of pity parties. It really blows to be that “poor so and so” person in the group, where everyone measures their words.

    Strong swim! 🙂


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  5. Reminds me of an incident in high school where we tricked a “not-so-bright” boy by saying we were going to throw our teacher in the pool when the entire time our plan was to toss our slow-witted friend in the deep end. Much like your character, he got injured (a cut on the head) and had to be doctored.
    Boy, did we get a shaming from the teacher!
    (but we didn’t let up) I can certainly relate to this story. 🙂

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  6. Nicely written, Dale. I’m glad his paralysis was only temporary, and his friends are accepting.
    Not a serious accident, but when my younger daughter was a little over a year old, she was just her smiley self and walked right into the baby pool at our swim club. She wasn’t hurt, and I was standing right there and got her right out, but for a few months she wouldn’t go in the water–even in the bathtub. I had to wash her in the sink. 🙂

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  7. I think that most times, among the guys, treating them no different and badgering them a bit gets us motivated to the “I’ll show them” attitude. That’s usually a good thing. I didn’t say “always”. If they gonna whup my ass, I say “bring it”. Lol. Good story.

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  8. A moving story. It takes courage to overcome fear after a painful experience. And I like how you showed his friends’ role in his recovery. Plenty of tough love happening there.

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