Solomon King lay on the hem of the ocean, the sea tickling
his toes. He watched his father with his giant flask of popcorn, his wife with
her billowing cornetto hair, and his children, Posy, Mabel, Greta and Sidney
paddling in the shallows and he wondered to himself how he got here and where
he was going.
The moon turned and the waves
pulled back to reveal a little man in a pink wetsuit burrowing into the
sand.
‘He must have been here all the
time’, thought Solomon. ‘I need to ask him what he wants.’
Suddenly a flock of seagulls fell
from the sky. They snatched the popcorn from his father’s flask, and then
rained them like crap confetti all over everyone and everything.
Solomon looked down, the water
was creeping over his toes and the little man in the wetsuit was gone.
