Junie watched the crowd gather around the deep end, crowding the sides as lifeguards yelled for them to make room. She instinctively looked around for her mother’s bright orange hair, seeing the whole pool at once, though not concerning herself with why. Eventually, curiosity got the best of her. She looked down into the water beneath the twisted diving board, seeing the crimson waves ripple out from the tiny red-haired body. A flash of recognition struck, like looking into a mirror, followed by a headache and sudden cold. He mother cried hysterically as Junie watched and drifted slowly, silently away.
Author’s Note: This story came from a three-word prompt I got from a website and is the closest I’ll ever get to writing something dark.