JAWS Prompt Redux

This prompt is a dirty trick, I tell ya. Took me years to get back to it but it desperately needs to be finished goddamnit, so with out further delay (and since today is boring as hell), here is another snippet or snoppet:

“Mom, I don’t want to go to school today.” It was Tuesday morning and Freddie had managed one fin slipper on, the other was in his left hand and he stared down at it as he talked. His mother was making fried rubber tire with a side of drift wood, a recipe that had been passed down through the generations of her shark family. It was a rather fine recipe but Freddie often had the sneaking suspicion it had fallen into his mother’s fins through the nasty Elders who he was sure had it out for him. He did not like this dish and he did not like school, and life in general was starting to get to him.

“Freddie, I want you to do well. I want you to succeed. You need to go to school dear. I’m going to go into work late and we’ll go in together and you can tell me what’s bothering you. How does that sound?” Freddie loved his mother. She truly wanted him to succeed and he knew that, but the older he felt himself getting, the less he knew how to manage his facade. Kid, you gotta know you when no one else will, ’cause ole Ray’ll tell ya, no one gives two flipping sea crustaceans who the hell you are. Freddie’s stingy teacher suddenly popped in his head, though still alarmed when thinking of him, he tried desperately to understand his many strange sayings.

“It’s OK, I’ll go on my own. There’s this new patch of coral reef forming outside the school I was gonna check out anyway.” Freddie slipped on his other fin slipper and shimmied out the door. He rounded some corners and almost got caught in a group of dolphin wrestling. The dolphins didn’t even notice Freddie, he was of no threat, so he did not register on their matter-o-meter. Freddie wished his shark peers had a matter-o-meter that he could not matter on. After some weeks of training, Ray had let up a little. He had gotten into some pretty dangerous shenanigans with some beady-eyed hit men lobsters and one close call with a fishing boat, so he was slowing slipping MIA. This meant Freddie had to face Charlie and Jan and Johnny all on his lonesome, which depressed him.

He swam through the dolphins and went to feed on some ocean grass beside a sunken ship. No school today, this Tuesday was strictly Happy-go-Lucky day for Freddie. He grazed in bliss for an hour and got it in his mind to check out this sunken ship. He heard stories of mermaids inhabiting these things, and though the sources of the telling were noting the best delicacies of the sea, Freddie wanted only to talk with the mermaids. They were mystical things and they were interesting and all he wanted was to escape into stories and far away dreamlands these sea beings were known to tell.

His snout entered the darkness first, then his gills were blasted by the icy shadowed water, and then his fins felt the last of the open sea. Freddie never felt a darkness this intense and he began to wonder why he wanted to enter in the first place. Further into the ship, he lost track of direction. The shark did not know it but this had been a luxury liner, sunk nearly a decade prior and it was the longest in length in the company’s history of luxury liners. This was the modern day Titanic. It had been a tragic sinking, lead by a drunken captain who’s wife had filed for divorce the day before and who had no real logical right to be behind the ship’s wheel, but had drunkenly steered anyway, steered right into the heart of a small storm which could have been avoided with proper foresight. Years after the capsize, some strange happenings were beginning to occur between certain animal groups in the massive depths of the ships. Mermaids did indeed try to scavenge for treasure at times, but some eery feeling usually scared them away before a find. Something was amiss….


all for now folks, I shall resume in some at a later date


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Illustrator based out of Plymouth, Ma.
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