It started out as a picnic in the park. It was a lovely summer day and she loved the park on summer days. Of course, as usual, the draw of the fountain had been too great. Just the toes, she thought, I’ll just dip them in. Just for a second.
And then of course from toes went the feet.
Ooh, that feels so good, she murmured to herself. The cold water sent delightful shivers up her legs, perfect on this sweltering day.
After that, she lost all control. She splashed, she splished, she patted the water with eager fingers, reveling the slide of the cool water over her flesh. No one cared; all the other little ones were having a laugh, enjoying themselves. She lost track of the time; the sandwich on her lonely blanket was forgotten.
Oi, you! Out of the fountain! How many times have we told you, ma’am?! No skinny dipping at lunchtime!
Officer Bertrand turned to partner and muttered: It’s always the grannies – never the fit ones, just the grannies. I hate the park on summer days.