Saturday 23 June 2018

Wave Goodbye

by Shawn Klimek

aged port in a salt-rimmed glass

One white-knuckled grip still on the heaving bow rail, she pointed towards the place we’d seen the massive fluked tail descend, then turned to reveal a face drenched with sea-spray and emotion. “Now, tell me that wasn’t a message from God,” she said.
“I love whales,” I countered, “but this planet belongs to humans, too. We all have needs.”

She lowered her head and sobbed, shaking spaghetti strands of wet hair left and right. 

I reached for her shoulder. “Maybe God did speak through the whale,” I allowed. “But give us time. Of what practical use is ‘thirty days’ notice?”

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