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LAce Posted Monday, April 3rd, 2006
The Sea Witch
Antonios Maltezos

There was a nice food court down below. Her husband could hold onto the concession counter as the ferry pitched and rolled with the waves. He didn’t have to stay on deck with her.

“If you look far ahead,” he continued, “you can see where the ships like to pass. They leave a stain because of all the rust on their keels.”

She knew better. It was the petrol, the diesel fuel.

“That’s where you’ll find the sea witch, Effy. She hides in that dark water, following the ships just in case any of them sinks.”

All lies!

“She’ll drag you to the bottom, Effy.”

All lies!— she tried to say, but she couldn’t catch her breath. It was as if his hands were at her throat again.

***
The sea witch squeezed Effy hard until there was just one big breath between them. They were slowly drifting away from the ferry on its wake.

“Look at him,” the sea witch finally let out. “I wish he’d fall in.”

He was leaning over the railing of the top deck. Even if she hadn’t looked, Effy would still have been able to see him, his baggy suit pants, the short-sleeved shirt, his shiny watch and the ugly hairs growing out from underneath it — the sour eyes peering down on her as if she were just another stain in the water.

Comments [post a comment]

Posted by Sharon Hurlbut on Monday, April 3rd, 2006 at 3:05 PM
Very powerful, Tony! That last image of the stained water will stay with me a long time.

Posted by Anna McDougall on Tuesday, April 4th, 2006 at 10:46 AM
Bravo Tony!

Posted by Miriam Kotzin on Tuesday, April 4th, 2006 at 2:00 PM
Ah, the "shiny watch and the ungly hairs" wonderful pov, Tony.

Posted by Cheryl Chambers on Tuesday, April 4th, 2006 at 6:00 PM
Great piece!

Posted by Kathy Fish on Tuesday, April 4th, 2006 at 6:32 PM
Really strong flash, Antonios!



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