Palindrome

Ashna sits on her lawn, eating fresh strawberries. Red juice like blood slid down her face. An infinite supply of sunny days lay before her. Mrs. Lachlan had invited her to swim in her pool with her son, Oliver. Ashna adores pools, Patricia-Jane explains to Mrs. Lachlan. Ashna puts on her popsicle bathing suit. Orange and blue, orange and blue. Mrs. Lachlan lived next door, she's kind of a bitch; to her sons, to her husband, to her mother. Things were lost when she moved in. Mrs. Lachlan gets Johnny, her son to watch the two swim. Paranoid mothers are as common as the picket fences. Johnny is a sweet boy, Ashna thinks just what her mother told her. Soon she has water up her nose and hair clinging to her back, floating up to the top of the pool.