(O Mar Não Tem Cabelos Que a Gente Possa Agarrar)
When Lucas kite-surfed into the whale’s belly, I knew our supper plans were buggered. I got the lifeguards who got the coast guard who got the navy, who knew a whale attached to a kite was faster than a jet-ski faster a Zodiac Hurricane faster than Kongo Class Corvette.
26.2 nautical miles past Ilha Redonda, a circular island with nothing but gull shit, the kite lines snapped and the canopy spouted into the low nimbus out of sight. The whale submerged and we circled and radioed and the admiral shrugged and the weight of loss knocked the wind out of my spasming diaphragm. Explaining accidents is no one’s forte.
The Corvette trundled off to harass Argentinian trawlers. The Zodiac had a sunset parasail to pull, the ripped lifeguard and I jet-skied toward Ipanema. I could barely hold on to his life preserver. His zinc-cake watered my eyes. Waves rose higher than street lamps, which had turned on after the sunset applause and there. Look! There, far above the city, spotlit from Christ the Redeemer hovering arm, outstretched finger, dangled a multi-colored hanky.
It made the news so it must be true. The Evangelists claimed a feast day. Lucas got the city medal, a golden-shaped buttock that jiggled on commanded whenever a mandolin’s F chord sounded, which is more often than not in that musical city. When the Military Police rappel squad final got Lucas down from the arm of God, I took him for cod balls and his first lager and lemonade at a jazz club in Santa Teresa. I bought him a hoodie with a ♥PipSqueak™ logo and even with the swirling mist we could see the whole city all lit up and the ocean dark all the way to Portugal and Lucas told me he’d climbed out the blowhole, serrated the kite-leash with the dorsal fin and was just lucky to get wrapped around Jesus’s wrist.
David Morgan O’Connor is from a small village on Lake Huron. After many nomadic years, he is based in Albuquerque, where a novel and MFA progresses. His writing has appeared in; Barcelona Metropolitan, Collective Exiles, Across the Margin, Headland, Cecile’s Writers, Bohemia, Beechwood, Fiction Magazine, After the Pause, The Great American Lit Mag (Pushcart nomination) , The New Quarterly and The Guardian. Tweeting @dmoconnorwrites.