July, August, September 2010
By Sylvia M. DeSantis
I chant the energy symbol under my breath as I grab the bull shark’s dorsal fin and shove her into the pounding surf once more. “Breathe,” I yell at her, at the sea, at my friend, and then notice with not a little surprise that I’m actually in the ocean and soaked. In that split second between loving this beached baby shark and understanding that she may not go back out to sea and live, I lose concentration and wonder if the restaurant will still seat us looking like bedraggled mermaids…