In the self-same body of water, a man is drowning on a clear night-- this
very moment. The moon dazzles his eyes and the water envelops him, seals
He knew how to swim once and suddenly, the ability was whisked away by panic,
a hard wave followed by another wave, another.
His corpse floats westwards, drawn by currents, haphazard schools of dolphin.
When the foghorn cries, the seals begin to bark, answering, small grey
heads bobbing in the grey water, made human in the mist.
How had he died?
The boat had not overturned.
He was on night duty and his partner had fallen asleep. In the dark, the
small phosphorescent creatures had spoken again and again, glittering,
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