I was good at spearfishing when I met Jacques. I used to swim out to the reef with my net fish bag and speargun, and let the current carry me to the ferry channel. Often I forgot about time. It was another world, a thriving under-water jungle of vivid color.
I was hanging around one of the hotels in town because four sisters ran the place. Jacques was staying there, and we started talking about spearfishing and decided to swim out together.
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My Grandmother was quite fey. She had one foot in this world, and the other, well, it was somewhere else. This story was taken from one of the stories of my family that she loved to retell with her special Texas twang reserved for great tales like this. I hope you enjoy it. Btw, this story is in one of my short story collections, and is copyrighted as part of that book. Note: The formatting kind of got lost in the copy/paste process, but of course you know that in its original form the...
