Remember how giddy we were,thrusting our armsup to the elbow in cold water,clutching smelt till the rays cameand snuffled them from our hands?
Remember how shocked we were,squealing with surprised joy,how tiny teeth felt on our palmsgnawing so gently it tickledlike a cat’s rough tongue?
Remember their smiles,how we proclaimed cownose raysthe cutest of all living things?I remember your eyes, glossywith laughter, and feeling so alive.
Karin’s prompt to the Real Toads: A GLANCE AT NARRATIVE