#what the hell kind of waves are those she asked no matter how nice it is to be home, nothing's ever again the same one you've been at sea. that's why it was a strange sort of blessing when the pain-in-the-ass giant blob creatures (sapient endoplasm) rolled into our fair town again, riding the humpback waves. and it was lucky for everyone else that *we* (my dad and my brother and I—and the girl, though it seemed she had forgotten a lot) had encountered them before, and learned how to deal with their inconvenient habit of dumbly flooding everything and consuming everyone. the sea is pretending, but imagination can be deadly. (2015)