The bleach followed, thick streams of liquid twisting into cloudy trails, spreading quickly under the hum of the pump. Within minutes, the sharp, acrid smell hung in the air, stinging his eyes and nose. Arthur stood there, watching the water churn into a strange, frothy haze.
It no longer looked like the pool his wife had loved. Gone was the glassy surface she had floated upon, gone was the shimmer of clarity that reminded him of her smile. In its place was something harsh, chemical, almost hostile. For a moment, doubt gripped him.