Monday, January 22, 2007

whale rider

John walked slowly along the beach, his feet making deep, clear tracks in the soft sand. He paused every now and again to pick up a small stone, testing its weight in his hand, and sent it skimming across the ocean. He counted four bounces along the surface of the water before it was lost in the waves. He longed to be out there, swimming through the crystal water, tasting the salt spray that hung in the air with the bright sunshine, or diving down as far as he could go, where the water temperature changed from a pleasant warmth to an eerie coldness, that felt almost alien.

Unfortunately, John was born without arms or legs, so that last paragraph didn’t really mean anything.

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