Crash; I heard something glass shatter. What was that I thought? Where was it, upstairs? “Hello” I cried. Tip toe, tip toe, tip toe, I slowly began to walk down the hallway. “Hello” I said again. I heard another loud pounding, almost as if something had hit the floor. Faster, harder, rapidly my chest began to beat. Heavier and heavier I began to breathe.

I looked over, and saw the open closet, inside a broom. I looked up the stairs, bolted for the broom, slid across the floor into the front room. It was so quiet, but the faint noise of a breeze whistled in the air. Upstairs, through the window, that’s where it is coming from I thought. I slowly crept up the stairs on all fours—a silent skill that I had learned over the years from sneaking out—I stopped two stairs from the landing.

I peered into the room, my eyes twitched, my heart raced, my breath depend, I could not believe what I was looking at. There in the middle of my parents room lying on the floor was giant man. I knew right away that he must be Esteban. There was no other name that this perfect man covered in seaweed and mud and scales could possibly have. To give him any other name would only be to take away from his perfectness. Just looking at him on the floor he was glowing with Anglican lights.

My first thought was I must find other people, and we must build him a house, and give him a family. I quickly gathered up all of the neighbors and we headed straight to the forest after I showed them Esteban. We immediately began to cut down trees, and cut out logs. After a long three days of work we had built him the most beautiful fort ever created in the history of neighborhood forts. People from all over the state came to visit him at the funeral.

I remember the priest was just about done with his reading win all of a sudden we heard a voice calling from the neighborhood well. “Is there anybody there? Help I’m stuck down here”. We started to ask the person in the well question, but he did not answer any of them. After a while we had grown tired of getting no answers and disgracing Esteban at his funeral.

We told him that Esteban was going to get help, and when he came back he would be safe. After that we went to the reception. It rained that night, so you do the math.

TO BE CONTINUED…