Soltaire, 1991

[KaliTracy]

Soltaire, 1991

That was the summer she killed my husband.
From the shore we could barely observe human
forms as clouds blanketed the sea. As we sat
trying to chat, his mother searched harder,

saying the same words over and over, I can't see
him, I just can't see him, where is he? shaking
her head, and repeating again, waiting for him
to arise from the depths, or for the lifeguard to

blow his whistle and dive off his chair. Limping
heavily on her bad leg she scanned the waves, while
I dug my fingers deeper in the sand. She believed
her loss, trying to convince us too, he's not there, I

don't see him... until tearing off my shirt, bearing my
suit, I ran past the chair, farther than she had walked,
and into the cold turbulent water to where young firm
women played on the waves. As he floated on his orange

board I told him to come, because his mother thought he
was dead. He laughed. Ridiculous, then told her so
while walking away. Back at the house, Tio Manuel
was telling everyone a whale ate Ted, a Russian
submarine stole him away.


tracy lynn
1992/93

[oneighty]

1. Ahhhh

I think I see the light. I must think-return later.

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[pinerow]

2. The sea is a jealous mistress...

I loved the turn of events...you had me going in a different direction.

[KaliTracy]

4. how so? I mean, a different direction in what way?

just wondered because of your subject line.

[Droopy]

3. Great opening line

You paint a very good picture of the beach and I like to humorous ending. Good work.