When the waves break and roll in…pushing white foam…she scampers for land.

When the water recedes back to sea, she chases it. 

It appears it’s fleeing from her.  

She never stops. 

They called the 5- year-old “Fishy.” Her last name: Fisher. And from infancy on she was mesmerized by three fish gliding around the aquarium in her bedroom.

She always left her sandals exactly on the water line. Marking where sea and land merged and separated.  

Fishy’s mom glanced up.

Fishy was gone. 

Home?