Motion Makes You Creative

It's a glorious morning at Middleton.

Kierkegaard is having a lesson from Sweezus.

An old surfboard lies flat on the sand.

He lies flat on it.

Now, says Sweezus. Up on your knees. Now standing. Awesome dude, you're ready.

They head for the middling waves.

Paddle out.  Wait for a good one.

Kierkegaard wonders if his life has been wasted up to this moment.

He wonders aloud.

Yeah, says Sweezus. This is the best. Waves and water. Motion. Makes you creative.

I have been creative, says Kierkegaard. But this feels like not having to be creative.

Whatever, says Sweezus, looking over his shoulder.

A big roller is coming.

Ready? says Sweezus. Remember what I taught you?

Yes, says Kierkegaard.

He stands up, too quickly.

He tumbles off the surfboard.

Gurgling, angry bubbles. Water stings in his nose. His ears hurt.

Sweezus has successfully surfed to the shore.

He sees Terence, who has been arranging the crab bowls on the sand.

Hey little buddy, says Sweezus. Did Belle get the potatoes?

Yes, says Terence. But there was fighting.

No way! For potatoes? asks Sweezus.

We got the last bag, says Terence.

Bag? says Sweezus. How many did she think we'd need. Weren't there any loose ones?

How do I know? says Terence.

What's up with the crabs? asks Sweezus. They look agitated.

Terence bends down to look at the crabs.

What is it? asks Terence.

Alexander-Red-Hook has been gazing out to sea.

She has felt a wave of nostalgia. O how she would love once again to....

But then she has seen..... what's that?..... an arm waving.

And a old surfboard with no one on it has just skidded in.

Shit! Kierkegaard! says Sweezus, forgetting all about the potatoes.