It’s August, the water on Buzzard Bay so translucent it feels like I’m lying on a pane of glass. Trying not to splash, I roll over on my back just as a sailfish flies directly over me, fins spread, like a jeweled aquatic hurdler. The diamond shards of his watery wake create a rainbow of refracted colors through my half closed eyelids and I turn over again, trying to follow the quicksilver flash as he re-enters the water. He’s gone, like an apparition. All I see are the shadows of waves rippling on the sea floor thirty feet below.
SYNAPSEONFIRE
IN THRALL TO MY MUSE
SYNAPSEONFIRE 
OMG that’s just gorgeous! Don’t mean to be pedantic but, there’s a speller on the page, says ‘fuction’, am assuming you mean fiction under 100 words or am I barking up a wrong tree. Warm regards
Geoffrey Jayasekera ‘happiness shared never decreases’
Hi Geoffrey, I looked at the image closely. It say “fiction” but the graphic is blurry enough to be mistaken. I’ll make a new graphic for the next post. Don’t really want to be writing “fuction” 🙂