(A Fish Out of Water, continued) I could always tell when my sister lied. Gloria avoided looking me square in the eye as she often did when she wanted to get her way around the rest of the family. The way she pleaded to use one of the cars for…
(A Fish Out of Water, continued) The truth was, despite my loud objections, I didn’t have a work shift that day. It was a lie; I admit it. But I’m nineteen and summer seasons are short, and it’s not every day you’re invited to hang out with a hunk named…
(A Fish Out of Water, continued) Feeling a bit forlorn, I looked around the cave I’d called home for most of my life. The scene never changed: hard-packed sand and dirt, walls and floor lined with shells. I’d tried to brighten it up with colorful pieces of glass and strange…
(A Fish Out of Water, continued) So here we all were that Saturday. Two cars and three places to go. My big brother Ben had planned on taking his girlfriend Sarah to the beach. They were rising college seniors, class of ‘86, and he’d just bought a heap of a…
A Fish Out of Water Part 1: Bruno, a Decapus I am not an octopus. Octopuses have eight arms, and I have ten—a decapus, one could say. And as everyone knows—all the sensible folk who live beneath the ocean’s waves, that is—my two extra arms give me the power of…