I can tell by the way he’s hoping back and forth, from one foot to the other, he’s nervous. His skinny arms are tight at his sides, like a little soldier but he’s out of formation with that nervous jig he’s dancing.
I notice how he didn’t volunteer this time to go first. I remember that fear.
He steps up onto the diving platform and I can see his growing muscles tense, the water shimmering on his perfect, nutty skin- he hesitates for a minute, then he just leaps-
Five Minute Friday Friends, my post for today is HERE.