A Sharks Tale

By Patrick Naughton

I forget what time of year it was, a rainy june or a rainy september. But what I do remember clearly is that it was the day a shark came to Killiney Bay. It started with a persistent walk through Irish weather, down past the harbour at Bullock and the Dalkey Island. I followed the road and took a left path, leading me over the railway tracks and into a small shelter. It was during this intermission from the Irish rain that I saw a shark in Killiney Bay. It was an unfamiliar sight at first glance, a fin hovering above the waters edge. "No..but i have seen one of these before". At that moment of realisation I decared to myself that Killiney Bay had indeed been invaded by a shark. I hurried back out into the rain, catching a glance of the fin as it submerged into the dark water. As i ran home to Dun Laoghaire i forgot about the Irish rain, the fin etched into my memory. When i arrived home i told the tale of a sharks tail to my Mothers disbelief. I watched as she scrambled out an encyclopaedia, skipping past the sharks and their fins. Instead, to my utter dissapointment, she pointed to a porpoise and its fin. 

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Comments

[cliodhna]

oh well, a dolphin is still cool.. but I was getting excited just reading about the possibility! then the moment of realisation, dang!

[patrick naughton]

i know...imagine how cool a shark would have been. i had a an active imagination
as a kid!!