Not sure if i wanna be the shrimp or the band, but I sure had fun with this one. Hurrah!


SHRIMP ROLLS


On the edge of the beach at Rocky Point, Mexico at the Playa Bonita hotel, the mariachi band was tuning up. The sun was giving its daily performance of disappearing below the mountain range across the Sea of Cortes and many touristas watched closely for the fabled green flash they had been told they might see. It was said to happen in the last instant between the lingering tip of the sun being there and poof, being gone.

None of the band members or the waiters on the large dining deck even glanced that way. To them it was just the end of another day and the beginning of a long night of work. Satisfying a new group of drunken Americans and praying for a decent tip certainly outweighed the possibility of the green flash.

Far beyond the deck, the Sea of Cortes began the second of its daily withdrawals from the beach, paying more homage to the moons power than to the suns.

All of the creatures in the sea honored the power of the tide. Dolphins and sea rays moved out beyond the third reef, knowing that it was death to be stranded on the hard packed sand. Clams burrowed their way deep beneath the crust, patiently awaiting the return of the sea.

But the shrimp were foolish and lingered at the waters edge, dancing there to the music from the mariachi band.

And so it was that Pablo walking tiredly home along the hard packed sand harvested enough of the stranded shrimp to make a fine meal for his family. God had even provided him with a plastic bag, half buried in the sand to put them in.

As he rolled one foolish shrimp after another into his bag, he gave thanks to God for this bounty from the sea.

His wife would be pleased with his catch.