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Surviving the sharks

Though I had learned not to fear sharks, these predatory specimens terrified me. The sharks opted to approach from my blindside, but a kick to their heads would send them darting into the blue. I was drawing a crowd when I heard the ruckus coming out of the sun. Thirty or forty of them approaching from all directions sent the sharks deep. Protecting me like one of their own, the dolphins chased the sharks even deeper. I was unsure if this attack was conducted on my behalf or was just part of an ongoing open ocean war. I knew that surviving the night would be a miracle.”

 

Last rights in jail

Finally the cell door opened and in walked a priest dressed in his Sunday best. Like the Federales, he never looked at me. In a low voice, he began to read me “The Last Rights.” Even at my young age, I realized that everyone knows when he is guilty. This time I was not, and, for this reason, I elected not to panic. The priest never made eye contact with me, which struck me as very odd. About an hour later three Federales entered my cell and began their predictable interrogation. All three were portly and looked as if they had been drinking heavily for decades. Their uniforms were torn, their shirts were hanging out, and I could see the rust on their guns.”

 

Plane crash

The plane dropped like a rock as Carlos futilely tried to recover. The landing gear caught the end of the creek and snapped off like a matchstick. We torpedoed down the wet runway until the left wing dropped and flipped us upside down as pieces of the broken propeller shattered the windshield. The cockpit filled with gasoline that blinded both of us. I could taste the grass of the runway in my mouth as I gasped for air.”