One Shark, One Soul, One Shoe
I sit here now, at my old oak desk, looking at the old crumpled newspaper picture. In it I see a fish which now swims along the seabed terrorising other species. To be honest, all I can do is sit now and look at this fish. I catch a glimpse, in a picture frame of my son, of a distorted face with cords of saliva hanging within the thin lips and a chin which multiplied into several more chins. The fish was the thing that changed everything I have today. Where would I be now without it? I don't know. But the memory still haunts me even to this day; many questions cloud my head. Today, exactly fifty years ago, was the day which corrupted everything I have. I take another look at the picture frame, feel the memory snatch my soul, and with a tear running down my cheek, I was gone...
