By The Pool With Shalina May 2026

I followed her gaze. A dragonfly hovered over the shallow end, its wings catching every color. “Maybe it’s not time,” I said. “Maybe it’s just that pools have their own gravity.”

The late afternoon sun cast fractured diamonds across the water’s surface. Shalina lay on the lounger beside me, her sunglasses pushed up into her hair, a paperback open on her stomach. She wasn’t reading—she was watching the light shift through the leaves of the palm overhead. by the pool with shalina

“Do you ever feel like time slows down right here?” she asked, without looking at me. I followed her gaze

By the Pool with Shalina

Later, as the sun dipped and the pool lights flickered on, she tossed me a towel. “Same time tomorrow?” “Maybe it’s just that pools have their own gravity

I nodded. By the pool with Shalina wasn’t a plan. It was a place we kept going back to, because some conversations don’t need words—only still water and someone willing to sit beside you in the quiet. If you meant something else—such as a scene for a story, a personal reflection, or a prompt for a different genre—please clarify, and I’d be glad to help further.