Issue Three
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Sound travels strangely underwater. I<br />
hear Adam shrieking through Jell-O. It<br />
sounds like he is chewing on his own<br />
guts.<br />
I breach the water to see Adam and a<br />
white belly full of teeth spraying above<br />
the waves. It’s pink and red and<br />
foamy. Adam’s screams are the same<br />
as when he had called the boat a<br />
bitch. A horrible giggle burbles in my<br />
gut. I think of hot dogs and saltwater.<br />
The shore isn’t so far. I see a maroon<br />
Subaru peeking over one edge of the<br />
sand dunes. Brett. I stroke my right<br />
arm over my head, then my left. I ignore<br />
the crunching gurgle behind me. You’re<br />
late.<br />
Time moves like water as I swim<br />
towards the beach. Even with the flood<br />
in my ears, nose and mouth, it’s too<br />
quiet.<br />
My eyes have been closed. I don’t mind<br />
saltwater in my eyes, but I’ve not<br />
opened them at all. I am moving with<br />
purpose, so it takes me a few minutes to<br />
realize I’m not swimming alone.<br />
It’s the bulk that strikes me, the sheer<br />
solidity and grace. My eyes sting a bit<br />
when I open them. The shark is<br />
gorgeous. I feel like a clumsy fool<br />
swimming alongside him.<br />
I’ve read that the eyes of a shark are<br />
dead, but this is untrue. Everything is<br />
contained in that blackness, all the<br />
colours, all the horror, all the joy, all the<br />
knowledge.<br />
Those eyes tell me I am beautiful.<br />
I am still pulling water with my palms as<br />
I regard the shark. A bit of debris is<br />
caught in his jagged teeth. I wonder<br />
about the taste of Drakkar Noir, copper<br />
and denim. He is almost close enough<br />
to touch.<br />
My knees hit sand. I stand with a<br />
stumble. The shark is not far away. His<br />
belly must be brushing the sand, rough<br />
and uncomfortable. Yet his tail is<br />
unencumbered, swishing side to side. I<br />
am a bad judge of size, but he is maybe<br />
fifteen feet long.<br />
When the ocean scared me, I’d stomped<br />
the shell of that crab until its claw waved<br />
sadly with the ebb of the water, its life<br />
gone. As I see my companion wagging<br />
his tail at me, I wonder what it would take<br />
to crush him. But a flood of love<br />
squashes my rage until I cannot<br />
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