Prompt: Write a poem or short story beginning with a seemingly straightforward sentence that, fittingly, makes little sense
The Seahorse
I met Lewis when he was a seahorse. God couldn’t make him an Eve out of his ribs; he had no ribs. But Lewis eventually blessed the sea with his progeny. Well, what did he expect when he fucked the ocean? I ate Lewis so I could have a baby. That was the last time I saw him. I wondered if I would ever know that he was okay.