This week Pegman takes us to Poisson-Blanc, Quebec, Canada.

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This week Karen posted the prompt early. And still I’m late. But that depends on your definition of late. 😉 On the other hand, the timing just might be deliberate.  And…while my prompt is from Poisson-Blanc, my story veers far afield and very much about the water. Thanks as always to Karen Rawson and J Hardy Carroll for facilitating this prompt. Fun stuff. Love the extra words and a different challenge. 

Genre: Historical Faction

Word Count: 150

TREADING WATER

            “It’s okay, sweetheart.” Mary knelt beside her dripping daughter. “There’ll be other swim meets.”

            “But I told everybody I was going to win and I came in last.”

            “It’s only your first race.” Richard swept the child into his arms. “You’re only six years old, baby. Someday you’ll have a mantel full of trophies.”

            “Really, Daddy?”

            “Or my name isn’t Dick Chadwick.”

            Five years later, Florence Chadwick won the silver cup in a race across San Diego Bay, the first of many awards.

          In the 1950’s she set her goggled sights on the English Channel, ultimately swimming it four times in both directions.

          On September 4, 1953, she beat the women’s and men’s records, swimming from Dover to Wissant in 14 hours and 42 minutes.

          On that same Friday, across the pond, in Kansas City, Missouri, Bob and Evalyne Wisoff greeted their own little 6 lb. white fish, Rochelle Elise.

In my happy place.

Florence Chadwick