#26: Weekly Quick Fic #9
Title: Swimming Lessons
Prompt: Kindergarten and Swimming
Bonus? no
Word Count: 231
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Original (Pictures in My Head 'verse)
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): none
Summary: Lisa takes Brian for swimming lessons.
I frowned when I saw that Brian was the only kid left. He was standing in front of the bleachers, wrapped tightly in a towel, looking upset. The swim instructor was eyeing me, clearly unhappy as well. I shook my head. “I’m sorry I’m so late. What happened?”
Brian ran up to me. “I don’t like swimming lessons, Mom. Do I have to come back?”
I looked up at the swimming instructor. She just pulled her arms across her chest, showing no emotion. I pulled Brian close to me. “Were the kids mean to you?” I knew it could happen, but I had been expecting it sometime around middle school. Kindergarten seemed a little young for this kind of thing.
Brian just frowned.‘No, it wasn’t that. The lessons were so babyish. I already know these things.”
“It’s true,” the swim instructor pipped up. “This level is for very beginners, kids that are just starting or are scared. Brian is already a great swimmer. You should switch him to a more advanced level.”
I shook my head. “I just thought he might need a little more help, you know.”
Brian rose his head proudly. “I don’t! I’m better than all those kids. Mom, please, I don’t like this level.”
“OK. I’ll switch you.” I had to smile because this was just the first thing that Brian would actually be better at.
Prompt: Kindergarten and Swimming
Bonus? no
Word Count: 231
Rating: G
Original/Fandom: Original (Pictures in My Head 'verse)
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): none
Summary: Lisa takes Brian for swimming lessons.
I frowned when I saw that Brian was the only kid left. He was standing in front of the bleachers, wrapped tightly in a towel, looking upset. The swim instructor was eyeing me, clearly unhappy as well. I shook my head. “I’m sorry I’m so late. What happened?”
Brian ran up to me. “I don’t like swimming lessons, Mom. Do I have to come back?”
I looked up at the swimming instructor. She just pulled her arms across her chest, showing no emotion. I pulled Brian close to me. “Were the kids mean to you?” I knew it could happen, but I had been expecting it sometime around middle school. Kindergarten seemed a little young for this kind of thing.
Brian just frowned.‘No, it wasn’t that. The lessons were so babyish. I already know these things.”
“It’s true,” the swim instructor pipped up. “This level is for very beginners, kids that are just starting or are scared. Brian is already a great swimmer. You should switch him to a more advanced level.”
I shook my head. “I just thought he might need a little more help, you know.”
Brian rose his head proudly. “I don’t! I’m better than all those kids. Mom, please, I don’t like this level.”
“OK. I’ll switch you.” I had to smile because this was just the first thing that Brian would actually be better at.