It didn’t go exactly as their father had planned. The idea was to take the twins to the Chesapeake Bay for the long, holiday weekend. The twins had never been there and Dan was sure they would love playing on the beach and enjoy frolicking in the calm, warm water.
It never occurred to Dan that the shallow bay water off the short pier near the cottage he rented would be filled with jellyfish. He heard their screams and ran out to the end of the pier, jumped into the water, and pulled out his two children. They were covered by the stinging jellyfish. In the process, Dan, too, got stung.
Dan rushed the twins back to the cottage, washed them off, poured vinegar over the areas that were stung, and then spread some hydrocortisone cream on them.
After they calmed down, Dan sat the twins in front of the TV and turned on the SyFy channel, since they both loved science fiction movies. “We’re in luck,” Dan told the twins. “‘Close Encounters of the Third Kind’ is on.” Eventually, both kids fell asleep in front of the TV, as did Dan.
He recalled when he woke up having a weird dream where the twins were standing on the shoreline and a giant spaceship, sort of like the one in the movie, was hovering above the water. But instead of being some kind of aliens spacecraft, it was a giant, semi-transparent jellyfish, complete with tentacles hanging from its bell.
One of the twins woke up and said to his father, “I had a dream, Daddy. It was a moonlit night and we were standing by the shoreline and a giant jellyfish came floating toward us out of the sky.”
“I had the same dream,” the other twin said.
“Whoa,” said Dan.
Teresa, The Haunted Wordsmith, tagged me for this Tell the Story Challenge. I’m technically supposed to pick a new image and pick three other bloggers to tell their story about the picture. So I’m offering up this image below, but I’m going to open it up to any blogger who wants to run with it. Have fun.