19
Jaws Junior
Chicken skin
Spooky; scary; goose bumps.
I was sitting on a lump of lava rock at Piko Point running a piece of driftwood I’d found around and over my fingers. It was difficult to feel the fine, smooth grain through the gloves, but I kept getting glimpses of something hidden in the wood.
A dolphin? Maybe a whale, I thought. No, this line is all wrong.
Overhead, the sky darkened. Startled, I looked up, afraid a storm had blown in.
“Yeah, Z-boy, I see that look in your eye. What’s the matter, hah? Just now you figured out it could rain?” said Uncle Kahana. Over his shoulder was my umbrella with my dive helmet hanging from it like a hobo’s tote. I’d left them at the pavilion next to my sketchbooks and pencils.
“Uncle Kahana.”
‘Ilima yipped and wagged her tail, coming in
