HEAVY LITTLE OBJECTS

#158 :: Plastic Whale

Hulking, buttressed ribs form a cathedral vault. The swamp of old wrecks, dead fish and the odd tire or sunken grocery basket beneath it is festooned with a snarl of kelp, lost fishing leaders, treble-hook lures and heavily crusted with barnacles kept alive by the infrequent openings of the vast, ferryboat-sized mouth.He surges past there, a thousand fathoms deep, his eye one red jewel. His heart, the size of a Volkswagen engine, thuds like distant surf.
He is two and a half inches long, and his painter was drunk the night he was made. Or exhausted. Or both.