MARCUS GOES SWIMMING

Marcus loved to swim.

He would spend hours down by the sea wall, floating, the sun baking his back as his fingertips began to wrinkle. His skin began to soften. His eyes began to itch. He would stay there until dark, the smell of the sea water mixing with the city.

Marcus loved to swim.

He would spend hours down by the sea wall, floating. Before his parents found him.

He wasn’t the first victim of Katrina’s wrath.