Standing in the pool, out deep enough so only his eyes and nose were above the surface, Goat watched the neighbours argue. A low rotting fence on his side, and a thick cedar hedge on theirs, separated the sloping backyards, but allowed him to see everything. The wind picked up and carried some faint threatening bits of their conversation over. One went inside, and the other followed. He could see them move through the house, turning the lights on and off. Goat waded to the shallow end, slowly, staying low.
He sat on the edge and smoked a smoggy cigarette.
Prompt courtesy of the Daily Post.