Wonder - Day 1
Day 1
She walked down the beach as if she knew she was entirely in her element -- a dolphin cruising easily through the warm tropical water. The air parted as she took each step, easing down the sandy shoreline, parting as if royal court partisans, kneeling in awe of her majesty. Her arms floated through the air in rhythm with her long, lean legs. While the sand was loose, she glided over the crystals as an ice skater over new ice. The wind took care to only fluff her long, flowing blonde hair – extreme care not to blow it out of place. All around her, the world stopped and partook of that special moment, when in the presence of something wonderful.
Two fourteen year old boys sat on the sand, bored. Bored, that is, until they became aware of the passing royalty.
“I wonder …”
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She was gliding through the water, quietly slicing through the almost pacified ocean water, when three gray fins of ghastly ugliness began to circle her. She began to tread water and looked to the shore for help. She didn’t scream, afraid that the sound of her voice would cause the huge shapes that circled her to attack.
Timmy jumped up, ripped his shirt off, the cloth shredding around his muscled shoulders. In ten quick steps, he was in the water and cutting through the water as if he had a jet-pack strapped to his back.
Within minutes, he approached the circling monsters. He took a quick second to wink at her, then went right to work. He dispatched the first shark with a quick jab directly into its soft nose. As the stunned shark began to sink, he grabbed the second shark’s exposed fin and in an extreme show of strength, raised the 30 foot Great White out of the water until its belly was pointing to the hot, noon sun.
Just as he whirled around and tossed the helpless shark toward the nearby rocks, he felt the third shark’s teeth grab his waste. To the shark’s surprise, the razor sharp teeth could not penetrate Timmy’s steel-like abdomen. The shark’s black eyes only had time to glance up and see the overhead, two-fisted smash as it cracked into its skull and knocked it out.
“Are you okay, Miss?”
“Oh yes, thanks entirely to you. You saved me. I can’t believe how strong you are.”
Timmy gently put his muscled right arm around her waste and propelled them both to shore.
“You are my hero.
“My dad is having a cook out on our yacht tonight. Can you come? I’m sure he would love to met the boy, …, I mean the man that saved his only daughter’s life. He has been known to be very grateful to those who help his daughter.”
“No gratitude is needed, ma’am. But I would love to come as long as I could see you there.”
“Oh don’t worry, I’m sure you will be seeing lots of me for a long time.”
---
“Oh for gawd’s sake, what kind of mind can dream up something like that? Timmy, you are weird.”
“HEY, it could happen!”
“Oh yeah, like your 90 pound body could even bust out of a dark closet, let alone do all that.”
“It could happen.”
“Yeah, right.”
-- continued --
She walked down the beach as if she knew she was entirely in her element -- a dolphin cruising easily through the warm tropical water. The air parted as she took each step, easing down the sandy shoreline, parting as if royal court partisans, kneeling in awe of her majesty. Her arms floated through the air in rhythm with her long, lean legs. While the sand was loose, she glided over the crystals as an ice skater over new ice. The wind took care to only fluff her long, flowing blonde hair – extreme care not to blow it out of place. All around her, the world stopped and partook of that special moment, when in the presence of something wonderful.
Two fourteen year old boys sat on the sand, bored. Bored, that is, until they became aware of the passing royalty.
“I wonder …”
----
She was gliding through the water, quietly slicing through the almost pacified ocean water, when three gray fins of ghastly ugliness began to circle her. She began to tread water and looked to the shore for help. She didn’t scream, afraid that the sound of her voice would cause the huge shapes that circled her to attack.
Timmy jumped up, ripped his shirt off, the cloth shredding around his muscled shoulders. In ten quick steps, he was in the water and cutting through the water as if he had a jet-pack strapped to his back.
Within minutes, he approached the circling monsters. He took a quick second to wink at her, then went right to work. He dispatched the first shark with a quick jab directly into its soft nose. As the stunned shark began to sink, he grabbed the second shark’s exposed fin and in an extreme show of strength, raised the 30 foot Great White out of the water until its belly was pointing to the hot, noon sun.
Just as he whirled around and tossed the helpless shark toward the nearby rocks, he felt the third shark’s teeth grab his waste. To the shark’s surprise, the razor sharp teeth could not penetrate Timmy’s steel-like abdomen. The shark’s black eyes only had time to glance up and see the overhead, two-fisted smash as it cracked into its skull and knocked it out.
“Are you okay, Miss?”
“Oh yes, thanks entirely to you. You saved me. I can’t believe how strong you are.”
Timmy gently put his muscled right arm around her waste and propelled them both to shore.
“You are my hero.
“My dad is having a cook out on our yacht tonight. Can you come? I’m sure he would love to met the boy, …, I mean the man that saved his only daughter’s life. He has been known to be very grateful to those who help his daughter.”
“No gratitude is needed, ma’am. But I would love to come as long as I could see you there.”
“Oh don’t worry, I’m sure you will be seeing lots of me for a long time.”
---
“Oh for gawd’s sake, what kind of mind can dream up something like that? Timmy, you are weird.”
“HEY, it could happen!”
“Oh yeah, like your 90 pound body could even bust out of a dark closet, let alone do all that.”
“It could happen.”
“Yeah, right.”
-- continued --
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