In honor of Summer, I’ve dipped into far corners of my personal archive. Many moons ago, this won a double-digit fiction contest. Should it have won? I dunno, but every time I get near a pool, it comes to mind.
on the many rivals who encircled him.
Rules of engagement were clear.
Seize the enemy, or be doomed.
There was only one way for him to survive.
he bellowed one last time.
The word, “Marco.”