This is the title of my latest short story, which has just gone 'live' over at Shotgun Honey.
The story was inspired by a photo I saw, of a man standing up to his knees in a beautiful blue sea, and beckoning. It (the photo) was probably meant to be enticing but to me it looked ever-so-slightly unnerving. Who was this man? Who was he beckoning at, and why? Perhaps I've seen Death in Venice one too many times, but it started a few things whirring in my mind and this story is the result.
You can read The Swimming Lesson (for free) here. It's quite dark and twisted, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.