Children's Fiction
The old man watched the pod of orcas leap and breach and smack their tail flukes against the water. And as he stood on the bluff, his heart leapt with the whales below. It seemed to him that there was nothing more wonderful than these great mammals of the sea.
I wait for the dive to come. And it does. I don't know how or where it had been...hiding out in one of the pink and white cavities on my body somewhere, I guess. But there it was. I pulled my arms back and over and my feet lifted off and I cut the water cleanly like a knife through butter. At least that's how I felt...Right then, at that exact second, I totally knew that I wanted to do it again. And again and again and again.
Dr. Tierney sent a scribbled note with the journal. It's very important to write every time you have a strong feeling, Josh, and review the journal each week. So when someone makes me laugh or cry, I'm supposed to say, "Hey, man, I've got a strong feeling coming on," and rush off to write it down. It's supposed to be private, but Dad will probably sneak into my room to read it. Then he'll think I'm sad all the time, and that will turn him into a sad person too. Seriously, this thing is dangerous.
