Friday, November 2, 2007
So when the water became dark enough, the fish headed right down to the bottom where it could no longer see.
I told you, said the ocean, that I would be here all along, just blacker in this form.
Its embrace was like ice.
Armed with new scales the colour of winter, the fish curved its body into an arc and shot to the surface, flew in to the sky and with an immense flick of the tail turned into a bright hard point of light which settled on the surface of the sea.
We shall love each other for ever, the water and the fish could be heard to say, wherever we are on the globe.