The Shark House

Journal Entry

From the journal of Minnow Gray

The Vivid Dancer. My father told me they were fairies, and I believed him. I remember having this mini-obsession with them. And at night on

Catalina I would sit by my window once the lights were out and watch for their tiny bodies to circle the moon. To a young

girl their iridescent blue color and finely veined wings matched perfectly with what I thought a fairy should be. Later, in

school, I learned that they were damselflies. Similar to dragonflies, only daintier, and their wings fold back when at rest.

Whenever I see one, I feel like my father is near.