Larry Legg and Vanessa Summers
Our darling child... Obelia... was different. I looked at those tiny hands and the strange webbed skin between her fingers. Even as I stood there, shocked and stunned - breathless from the Etna smoke - I sensed she was not my child at all.
Vanessa lay next
to her. She had fainted through exhaustion and fallen into a tired sleep.
As I looked at her motionless on the sand, my mind reeled with memory and
sudden painful imagery... back... back... 9
months to that terrible moment in the ocean, when I thought I had lost
had nearly drowned in the sea at Renesse.
How distant that moment seems now - the cold and deafening quiet of the
ocean in stark contrast to the hot anger of Etna.
Something happened back then... a thing which cast our destinies along a road towards this day.
The ocean was here with us again in the shadow of the volcano.
|I sensed purpose
and design here... a meaning... a growing awareness of truth beyond our
As the waves lapped the beach around us , I could hear Etna in the distance, still roaring... and then suddenly, all was quiet and I drifted back to that distant moment in the sea at Renesse...
|I remember now clearly. Vanessa was drowning, her life's breath gone from her... and with it my soul. Then mysteriously, the jellyfish that had stung her, came and caressed her.||Editor's note: Please see Vandam to re-live Larry's memories 9 months ago!|
|I had thought the
strange creature was somehow breathing life into her but now I realise
it was doing something even stranger!
The rush of the Sea behind me seemed to grow louder as I stooped down to pick up my beloved child. I dare not show you her image - lest you despise me for what I knew I must do.
She was in my arms... her breathing was laboured. She could not live long this way: she was just too different from normal babies.