By the Pool with Shalina
The late afternoon sun cast fractured diamonds across the water’s surface. Shalina lay on the lounger beside me, her sunglasses pushed up into her hair, a paperback open on her stomach. She wasn’t reading—she was watching the light shift through the leaves of the palm overhead. by the pool with shalina
“Do you ever feel like time slows down right here?” she asked, without looking at me. By the Pool with Shalina The late afternoon
I nodded. By the pool with Shalina wasn’t a plan. It was a place we kept going back to, because some conversations don’t need words—only still water and someone willing to sit beside you in the quiet. If you meant something else—such as a scene for a story, a personal reflection, or a prompt for a different genre—please clarify, and I’d be glad to help further. “Do you ever feel like time slows down right here
We had known each other for seven years, but it was here, by the water, that we talked least and understood most. The chlorine smell, the wet tiles, the way her laugh echoed off the fence—these things became a language.
Later, as the sun dipped and the pool lights flickered on, she tossed me a towel. “Same time tomorrow?”
She smiled, small and knowing. That was Shalina—always letting silence do the heavy lifting.