TITLE: Robi's Flying Saucer Drive In
My name is Saffron and I live among tall trees and workaholic parents.
The sky is pretty blue out there and the clouds are whizzing by. It is six-thirty in the morning on my first Saturday of high school. I get up on my knees and look out my window to the big backyard. That pool looks good.
I open my dresser drawer and pull out my favorite suit, the one from Aunt Arrosa with the gold sailor hook on the hip and I throw my pajamas on the floor and pull it on. The hallway is quiet. I can hear my Dad snoring. Tabitha is curled up in front of the linen closet. She opens an eye then follows me down the carpeted stairs and out the dining room door. I run down the diving board and dive softly. Tabitha runs to the grass.
I hit the bottom with my fingertips and then turn and sweep with my hands through the turquoise water, it’s so blue it’s solid turquoise. I go up with my toes to the surface where I turn over and lie on my back.
This water is nice and warm. I lie on my back watching the birch tree leaves flicker back and forth on their branches. They are silvery in the back and are whipped around by the wind, but hold on. It was just last fall that I started working at Robi’s Flying Saucer Drive In.