Sailing Faith: Caribbean

We regret not stopping to put the top up earlier. Deepening dusk brings critters we aren’t used to seeing, and things rain on us from the vegetation we plow through. A lizard lands on our windshield-wiper, wondering how he could one minute be peacefully snagging bugs from a comfortable limb of new life, and the next having a chaotic vision of a bunch of laughing kids, one hysterical woman, and a crazy man looking at him on the motion picture screen that just abducted him. The hysterical woman thinks we should turn around, but the crazy man resists. Then, the crazy man feels a feeling he’s not accustomed to, as if somebody’s finger is wiggling around between the arch of his foot and his sandal. Since everybody’s sitting upright, and nobody can reach his sandal to put their finger in it, he decides the issue needs to be addressed. Soon. (pages 13-14)