Sharkyshark
Just chillin'
The young man let out a condescending chuckle, as though Barbara had just asked what color the sky was. He looked her directly in the eye for the first time, the dazed look gone. When he spoke, all traces of the earlier dreaminess were gone from his voice.
“Don’t you worry,” he said. “We’ll all meet her soon enough. We’ll meet her at the bottom of the sea. You’ll see. She’ll bring us there.”
With that, he turned on his heel and walked off without so much as a good-bye. Within moments, he vanished into the increasingly thick fog that seemed to have returned out of nowhere. The one-eyed fisherman watched him go, then turned back to Charles.
“Who’s to say whether it’s the eel’s fault?” he asked. “Young people are bound to act strangely, especially these days with all your television sets and rock music and arcade machines. Not a day’s hard work between the lot of them.”
“Don’t you worry,” he said. “We’ll all meet her soon enough. We’ll meet her at the bottom of the sea. You’ll see. She’ll bring us there.”
With that, he turned on his heel and walked off without so much as a good-bye. Within moments, he vanished into the increasingly thick fog that seemed to have returned out of nowhere. The one-eyed fisherman watched him go, then turned back to Charles.
“Who’s to say whether it’s the eel’s fault?” he asked. “Young people are bound to act strangely, especially these days with all your television sets and rock music and arcade machines. Not a day’s hard work between the lot of them.”