TITLE: A Heat Of The Moment Thing
GENRE: Contemporary Women's Fiction
'This. Is. Masochism.' What on earth had possessed us to come here on a Saturday?
'Oh God.' Jo held her forehead as if it might fall off.. 'Too loud.'
Hangovers are never fun, but in this noise and this heat? I shot her a pitying look. 'You won't hear it once you're swimming,' I offered.
She didn't dignify it with a response.
We cut across to the lockers.
'Hey,' I tried for distraction. 'Like my new highlights?' I held out a couple of coppery locks.
She gave them the barest of glances. 'Great,' she monotoned, and slumped against the wall.
Lucky I had a thick skin.
I removed my contact lenses, then we stashed our bags and headed to the lane pool.
'Maybe this isn't such a good idea,' she muttered.
'Coffee, then?' I asked, ever-hopeful.
We reached the shallow end and stood surveying the lanes. Think M25, eight a.m.
'This is the pits,' I said.
'Yeah. Never again.' I couldn't tell if she was referring to the crowds or the hangover.
A shrieking kid raced past. Jo flinched and brought a hand up to her dark, close-cropped spikes.
Was it just the lights or did her face look green? 'Hun, if this is too much for you, don't swim. I'll still respect you in the morning,' I quipped.
'I'm okay.' She took a deep breath. Released it slowly through tight lips. 'I think.'