The Corner of the Sea

My heart aches as I think of the sunfish, and I hope more than anything that he survived. In a few hours, after dinner, I'll go back and look for him. Maybe I'll find nothing, and then I'll go on worrying. Maybe I'll find something that will make me regret searching. But no matter what I discover, at least I'll know what happened. And that's better than the things that my imagination will come up with in the meantime.