In Bloom

by Paul Tremblay

There are always truths submerged within stories, and her job is, if not to dredge them up, then to invite readers onto her own chartered boat, guiding them so that they may uncover those truths from the murky waters for themselves.

Perhaps like most stubborn men, he didn’t know how to admit to being wrong without foolishly feeling like he was negating himself and everything in which he believed.

Whether as a result of exposure to the algae or the creature or both, I want to be made into an antenna again. I want to be connected, or reconnected, to that evolutionary wavelength that’s millions of years old. Somewhere in that signal, in that near-infinite chain, I’ll find my father.