Gargantuan

The water was fine before she took a step in. It started to swirl up inside her dress. She could feel the cold and cool sway bring her in farther away from the shore line. It took her farther than she wanted to venture. Away from all the stress of the day. And toward something that she thought was real but wasn't anywhere near the truth.

Ann felt these ripples creep around her body. Sending sparkles up and around her frail psyche. There was not room enough in her mind to clear away the incessant noise that the water was holding. She thought that she could hide from it, but it kept coming back. That crowded sensation had developed to full-blown alchemy.

Submitting to the token appreciation of the lake monster, Ann decided to find her way over to the beast. To find out if it would take cover from her approach or not. She thought it might be a timid one, but she was soon to figure out differently. Toting around her blind rage, Ann transferred her aggression to the monster. Hoping to save the gamut for a further date.

Tomorrow was waiting for her. Ann was thinking of the name she might call the Goliath she ran into every day by the lake. Peter, maybe, or Paul, how about Mary? Those names seemed and were too Biblical. How about Fred, that seemed like the perfect name. Fred, like the singer, Sinatra. She enjoyed listening to his bellows and so forth. The most frightening part was when he launched out of the water and procured a small tincture or metal object that rang out tragically. Swallowing up the resonating sound of the lake.

In the meantime her son was continually asking her for a monster magnet. Not knowing what to tell him she passed it off as maybe material support?Or could it also be that he just wanted a hand-me-down toy. Transferring his age onto the massive epitaph. Concerning its size, imagine coming up to see an adorable teddy bear singing in the rain. One of those carnival teddy bears that you throw balls at. Its' size was comparable to that.

So far Fred frequented the cool blue waters and circulated fear continually. Whether it was on his mind or not. Losing out on what made him famous. But was it beneficial for him to do that, he did not want to find out. His mother always told him that he could get drenched in fear if he let them. And that it would be hard on his heart. This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh, but Fred thought it was, especially when he compromised the health of his friends and neighbors.

In the meanwhile he would exercise the minimum amount of fatigue. To embellish the laughter he held inside. Today would be the last chance he had to strike fear in the lake dwellers. And Ann would not help him in this endeavor. Although he wanted her to. He had to do this on his own. To contract what he could not see in the others.

Lately his mother was too overbearing, but that is what mothers' do. Twisting around the knowledge that had been imbued on them. And wrapping it around on there fingers in blue spasms. Tendrils popping out of their foreheads. Altering the mind funk that was created by the clutter of their minds. Reeking havoc on those that were left behind.

The turntable had flipped Fred's mind backwards. He always knew that it would turn out this way. Hoping that he didn't have to retreat back from where he came.