Shark

Well you see these two brothers were swimming in the sea off this little town when a shark came and killed one of them and that should have been that, except for what the other brother did to the shark. That got them interested. Fired them up. The whole world, just about, for a while. The people who said it was good, what he did to the shark, and the people who said it was bad.The people who thought it was bad were people like Sarah Price-Moore, that ice-cold blonde celebrity...
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Well you see these two brothers were swimming in the sea off this little town when a shark came and killed one of them and that should have been that, except for what the other brother did to the shark. That got them interested. Fired them up. The whole world, just about, for a while. The people who said it was good, what he did to the shark, and the people who said it was bad.The people who thought it was bad were people like Sarah Price-Moore, that ice-cold blonde celebrity conservationist broad, who most men (and a good few women) would love to... you know, but who doesn't care about anything but fish; and all those rich, privileged, liberal lefty movie stars and their friends; all those intelligent folks.The people who thought it was good were people like Al Gantz and Tom Pilloo and all the other little folk - good and bad - of the town and its surrounds, for twelve thousand miles in any direction. The small people you don't ever hear about. But who cares about them, anyway?And there were others. Dixon Baranski, who didn't feel that much either way but who just wanted to try and keep them all from tearing into each other (yeah, like that was going to happen). And Mayor Dicks, who didn't know what he thought most of the time, because on the one hand he'd always craved a little of the old limelight but on the other he needed to avoid it because for the last thirty years - aided latterly by Police Chief Olson - he'd been quietly running just about every low-level, small-town scam that you'd care to name. And Monty Wiseman, who came scurrying out of the desert like the Devil was after him (was, in a way) but who got side-tracked by all that money he could see himself making out of the situation, and who never went anywhere ever again.Then there was the guy: the brother, who survived the attack, who did it to the shark. What did he feel? He didn't say anything much at all. He was just beautiful, in a way that nearly everybody didn't understand. What did he think? Everybody had a theory, all of them wrong. Except for that young reporter chick, Patti Chen, who figured it out in the end. And me.Me? I'm John. I don't know. I've got my views. But then, I've got an alternative view on most things. Hell, sometimes I think it's all just happening inside my head. Or yours.