Floating Chair

5 minute story




He sat in the Spanish sunshine, his sunglasses hiding his dilated pupils. He stared across the pool, admiring the odd scantly clad feminine physique, often lingering so long that they cast him a glance, or their boyfriend or husband glared scornfully. Still, he was impervious behind his sunglasses. Eventually his gaze went to the pool; at it's centre floated the undisturbed trophy of the package holiday, an inflatable chair.
He rose unsteadily from his sun lounger and stumbled towards the pool, tripped on a flagstone and fell to his knees. He arose quickly and kept on towards his goal, ignoring the stinging gashes that bled darkly on his sunburnt skin.
As he reached the pool he belly flopped into the chlorine, a line of blood leading anyone towards him. He doggy paddled to the chair and tried to mount it. Once, twice, three times he tried, but couldn't settle.
Frustrated, he returned to his sun lounger, beaten by a floating chair.