No point in watering concrete [Glitter, Blintz'n]
Jan 7, 2012 1:36:43 GMT -5
Post by meg. on Jan 7, 2012 1:36:43 GMT -5
Four in the morning, and the beach is quiet. It won't be for very long, seeing as the boats start leaving in an hour an a half or so, for the early bird catches the worm and so the early boat catches the fish and shrimp and crayfish and shark and many other oceanic creatures that eventually end up in peoples stomachs. But for now, no-one's around. For Iosanna, it's the perfect oppotunity to re-learn to swim, this time without an arm. She would doesn't want anyone to see her floundering like an eel thrown in the sky. For her, not being able to swim anymore is the most embarrasing part about the loss of her arm- imagine, a four-dweller who can't swim- even worse, a career.[/size]
She's determined to learn, but so far her attempts aren't working. She may be one of the only people in the district who know what it feels like to be one of the million fish hauled from the oceans every year- she knows what it's like to not feel safe in an element that she once used to own, to eat sleep and breath. And now she cannot do the thing that used to not only make her smile but make her mummy and daddy smile too.
On the beach sits her denim pants and a blanket that swaddles a large crystal old-man bottle of whisky. She's stolen it from her father, but neither he nor she cares. He's given up with his focus on keeping her clean now that she is useless- as a career and a daughter. Besides, she needed a good few swings of the burning cool liquid to convince herself to get into the water, and now, she realizes as she shivers violently as the black water passes her navel- she's going to need more once she gets out.