the sea
Chicago - A beach covered by dead mussels. We all seat ourselves upon them, watching the sea. Swordfish the size of whales, dolphin deformities, eel fish. No one dares to swim in that water. Watching for a sea weed jungle, I eat Cheez-Its while my deceased grandfather strolls by. Dead mussels snap at my thighs. My brother starts for the deadly pool of mutant aquatic animals. He enters unabashedly. Floating on a pillow made of silk and grass, he moves out further. Dolphins arch by as I run out to stop his fatal stupidity. I bring him back to the shore of mussels and make him promise that he will not pull that again.
Not understanding my concern, he pouts and sulks over soggy crackers.