Swim-Fit Class

I didn’t know if I should laugh at her, feel sorry for her, or be angry at her. The middle aged lady, weighing over 400 pounds, was a grotesque sight. The folds in her plentiful skin, could store a two day rain.

She was alone, with a sad look on her face, as she sat on a stool, by the swimming pool, near the area designated for swim classes. As the other, much smaller women splashed into the water for the class, this homely lady with the curly perm, on her dyed auburn hair, stared into space, awaiting her turn to jump into the water. Skin and flab oozed over the edge of the chair, so you couldn’t even see that it was a stool, upon which she sat. No one spoke to her, or even acknowledged her existence. All the swim-fit participants laughed and chatted amongst themselves, as they awaited the start of the class.

The giant lady still sat, in silence, with a forlorn look on her face. As if some bell had sounded, the lady leaped up, threw off her warm up jacket, and splashed into the pool, causing a minor tidal wave. She shouted at the top of her ample lungs, “OK ladies, let’s go. Up and down, and up and down. One leg, hop, two, three, four. Other leg, hop, two, three, four. Arms out….”

This hulk of a woman was the fitness instructor, no joke, and she drilled her class without mercy for almost an hour, never missing a beat herself.
Never judge a book by its cover.

(264 words)
Written for:

896794

Daily Flash Fiction Challenge  [13+] Daily prompt and 1500 GP prize - enter your story of 300 words or fewer! By: arakun the twisted raccoon