Buzz Hudson


She wondered if there were metals or combinations of substances embedded in her 90 year old organs that might poison the poor creatures—the fish that would nibble at her flesh. So she hesitated, squatting and hugging her knees. The creeping seawater froze her toes, the bubbles disappearing into her instep; a cold sting between her legs. Drowning seemed like a good idea only minutes before but the long suffering sea animals deserved better than water soiled by her remains. She stood. She desired perfection at last—to disappear from the biosphere without shame.