Friday, May 05, 2006
The Ocean, The Stars, You, Me...and a shark
It was a dark, moonless night. The only light was that of the millions of stars above and the dinoflagellates glowing phosphorescent in each breaking wave.
Okay, how would you finish this post? The cutie is Mrs. FC before she had made up her mind on becoming that. Feel free to let your muse flow...I'll be back with the nonfiction account this evening.
Update: 9:40 pm Friday
And the winners of the finish this post contest are:
In the, "I don't need no stinking shift key" category....DPR!
In the, " OMG, ROFL, I just laugh spewed my coffee all over the keyboard and screen" category...PABLO!
In the, " I'm taking this concept and running with it" category...DEB!
Thanks for the comments and playing along.
And now for the nonfiction version...
The future Mrs. FC and I had been to some event...neither one of us can remember what that was right now, but we remember that the drive on the beach was an impulse decision...we weren't really dressed for it.
You could still drive down the beach (in a 4WD) of Anastasia State Park to the south shore of the St.Augustine Inlet back then and we had Dad's Plymouth Trail Duster so off we went for a romantic beach drive and walk.
As we neared the inlet and just as we were running out of beach, we came upon this sandbar shark stranded a good distance from the retreating tide. Healthy sharks don't usually get stranded by a tide, my belief is that this one was caught or injured by someone surf fishing. Most of us weren't very crazy about sharks back then and would often leave a caught shark on the beach to die. It's different now.
The shark was alive, but only barely so, and there was no hope of it surviving. It was quietly gasping it's last breaths in the cold damp sand of a December night. We were it's only witness.
I was all, "Hey, be careful...it's not dead yet", but she knelt down beside it and patted it gently on the back.
A tear rolled down her cheek.
...for a shark.
Posted by R.Powers at 5:32 AM