Title: The Dolphin Nexus
GENRE: MG Magical Realism
A streak of iridescent silver flickered past the port side of the tour boat. Waves of eager on-lookers rushed to get a glimpse at the elusive shape. All except Irene. She shuffled starboard.
Typical tourists. She tried to forgive their silly ‘oohs.’ These in-landers didn’t observe dolphins daily like she did.
"Well, folks," said the yellow‑toothed tour guide. Locals called him Captain Crunch, but Irene reserved Jimmy’s nickname for when she wanted him to leave her alone. "That there’s a sight we don’t see ev’ry day.” His cheeks crinkled around his gray eyes as he aimed a wink her way.
I do. She offered Jimmy a tiny smirk. A pod used the cove behind her house as their private vacation spot.
Casting her gaze to the deck, she glimpsed lobster-red shins sticking out of black-socks-in-sandals. British, she guessed. Looking over her shoulder to where Jimmy stood behind the helm, she pointed to the sandals and mimed a monocle. Jimmy lowered the mic to keep from snorting into it.
Sandal-socks told his son, “Budge up, Johnny. Your sister fancies a look.”
Behind the dad’s back, she mouthed: Ten right today. Jimmy gave her a thumbs-up before resuming his usual spiel.
Seventy-eight tourists correctly pinned to their countries so far this summer. Not bad for August.
Sandal-socks held his little girl up to see over the side. “Now, Emma, stop your whinging and see the fish.”
Fish? No, that’s a mammal. Irene silently corrected him. From the Delphinidae family to be specific.