“Don’t go in the water. No one knows what’s in the water,” the boy’s mother said. They were at the beach.

“I know what’s in the water,” the boy said.

“You can’t see what’s under the water,” the boy’s mother said. “It’s too dark and deep for anyone to see what’s there.”

The boy looked hard at the water, its green and blue and black swirling.

“There,” the boy said. “I saw.”

“No, you didn’t. You couldn’t have seen.” His mother dug her feet into the sand down to the cool wet beneath.

“I did,” the boy said. He walked close to the edge of the water and stared. He looked like a small tree bending out over the water.

“What do you see?” the mother said.

“Monsters,” the boy said. Continue reading “Under the Water” →