(Make sure you read Part One before you read this.)
“What was under the surface Grandpa?”
“Do we have any chips? I need some potato chips.”
I slumped back. Great, I thought to myself. His train of thought had jumped from one track to another, without skipping a beat. Thanks cancer. Grandpa says something interesting and now I may never figure out what he was talking about. Continue reading “Beneath The Surface, Part Two”
“Why isn’t NASA or some other exploration organization exploring the oceans?”
“Grandpa, you need to stop it with your conspiracies.”
“They are not conspiracies. And if you would listen for half a second, you might actually learn something.”
I was tired of this. Grandpa was losing his mind. Conspiracy theories were just the latest episode in his battle with brain cancer. The cancer had started eating away at the memory portion of his brain, then began releasing chemicals and toxins into others. The doctors said that this was why he suddenly went off the deep end. Continue reading “Beneath The Surface, Part One”
The blackness below truly frightened her.
Blue and green rippling waves were one thing, but this was something else. Only inches below the surface of the ocean lay an abyss, teeming with all manner of…well, Ashleigh wasn’t sure, but somehow she felt it all. The violence of dominance, the slyness and covert living that some fish and aquatic mammals had to maintain seemed to overpower her own thoughts.
She thought about how beautiful the colours of the nearby reef were, she tried to preoccupy her mind with the sporadic spots of sunlight piercing through the water, there was another voice calling out to her. A loud voice, singular in its mission. Continue reading “Just Below Her”
“From here to the British coast.”
“What? You can’t swim the whole Atlantic Ocean! Are you insane?”
“No, why can’t I?”
