Thursdays

Thursdays always seemed to be especially hot. The lifeguard at the corner of the deep end sat in her white chair and seemed to be watching the little children play in the water. She picked at the stubble growing on her legs and wondered if any one else could see. She was self conscious on Thursdays. That's when Shane and her shifts over lapped. She had Monday to Thursday and he had Thursday to Sunday. She always hoped that when Monday morning came around she might find something he left behind and return it to him that Thursday, but that day never came and Thursdays always started with the all too familiar colleague salute. Something that at times left her feeling emptier than if they just didn't acknowledge each other at all.
She felt guilty for not doing her job, but accidents at the pool hardly ever occurred. Instead she spent most of the day watching Shane. With dark sunglasses it was an easy thing to do. She would turn her face to the pool, scan around occasionally, but always keep her eyes trained on him. She enjoyed watching his every move and made a sort of game out of it. How often he would shift in his chair, why he scratched his arm, when he would wet his lips and where he was looking, but never thinking that he was doing the same.