The Swimmer
“What’s he doing, Dad?” “He’s swimming,” I said. “But…” “Yeah, I know. Just don’t tell him, okay? He might get stuck.” “But he’s not stuck …
“What’s he doing, Dad?” “He’s swimming,” I said. “But…” “Yeah, I know. Just don’t tell him, okay? He might get stuck.” “But he’s not stuck …
A little wooden boat bobs restlessly in the inky sea. The starless sky offers no relief. Blackness descends and closes in. A figure in the …