“Care for a swim?”
“You just got out.”
“I feel refreshed. Must be the golden apple pancakes I had for breakfast. Just one more lap around the center of infinity. You know you want to.”
“Oh, okay.”
Lucky and Janet dove into the ocean of stars.
“Last one to the edge of the universe is a rotten egg,” he said.
Together, they swam the backstroke across the heavens.
A. Lee Martinez
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