I sigh and dive under, swimming out to where it's deeper, "Fine, then, um....Come in and help me catch some," I say, diving under again and swimming even deeper. I swim to where the sea level is a foot taller than me, and go under, my fathers eyes helping me see underwater.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I see one and get it, but it slips away. I surface and swear, glancing around for where it went, "There's one around here. Just had it," I tell him, diving back under.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I find it again and corner it with a rock, taking it in both hand and surfacing, I start to cook it, causing it to stop moving, and take a deep breath, "Got one," I flash a smile.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I swim back to shore and stand, sand sticking to my clothes, "Ugh, My clothes are wet now," I muttered, ploping down. I get some sticks and start a fire on it, cooking the fish above it on a stick, everything on me damp.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I nod and flash a smile, when it's done cooking. I take a peice of and try it, "Yeah, this is better than the seaweed..." I chuckled, handing it to him, "I'm not hungry. You can have it."
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I wonder if people felt the freedom in our culture to love louder, if they'd be quicker to say "I miss you" when the absence of someone is felt instead of just thinking it. — soundofmind