TITLE: The Wildness in Mellie Feye
GENRE: YA Magical Realism/Fairy Tale Retelling
I'm hunting blue eyes in the grassy, brackish water when vibrations pulse against my legs. Faster and stronger than the soft ones from the scallops I'm hunting or from the sting ray swimming fifty yards to my right. Standing thigh-deep in Sand Blast Bay, I look behind me into the strong Florida sun. A boat is heading toward my sandbar, hip-hop reverberating off the water. The music means they're not here to fish. Or if they are, they have no clue. A party boat.
Just ignore the boat, Mellie, you're here to reach your quota. Not bask in the sunshine and quiet.
The sapphire of scallop eyes flash in the water. I go under, blinking to clear the salt and sun from my eyes as I push bay grass aside. The scallop clicks its two shells together, an underwater butterfly fluttering deeper into the mucky bay floor. I grab it and bag it.
When I break through the surface, goosebumps race down my arms. I was underwater for less than a minute, but in that time, everything has changed. Bruised clouds swallow the sun. A menacing wind slaps me.
I glare at the sky, wondering what I did to bring this on as I wring water out of my Fish Shack tee shirt.
The boat slows, I guess whoever's on it sees me. The nearest shore is two hundred yards away. I wade toward the twisted pines.
The stereo cuts off as it gets closer. I touch the oyster knife strapped to my leg.