(note: possible homophobic slurs)
Dinner that evening was predicted to be a mess, as usual.
Shark came downstairs to see the table had already been set. Unsurprisingly, he saw only six table settings had been placed.
He wasn’t even upset by this anymore. He knew how most of his family members had taken the news of his sexual orientation, which was not well. The only one who didn’t react negatively was his father. Shark couldn’t thank him enough for that.
As Shark came down the stairs, he spied his little sister carrying in a pot of what smelled like Carbonara.
“Hey big bro,” she said to him in the snotty tone she always took with him. “I’d have put a spot out for you, but then the food would probably start tasting queer.”
This nasty, offensive remark just made Shark grit his teeth. He didn’t want to give Lolly the satisfaction of being affected by it.
All he did do was grab the coat with his wallet in it, and wander out of the main door. As he left, he could hear Lolly call the other family members down to dinner.
The sun was setting by the time Shark left the area his house was in. On cue, he also saw a few of the lights flickering on in preparation for nighttime. A few of the other townspeople were out and about, presumably on dates or group outings.
Shark then changed his destination to Sinbad’s house, wondering if he were free to hang out that evening. Unfortunately, his truck wasn’t parked at his house.
Going up to the front door anyway, Shark knocked on the door. Sinbad’s roommate Goodwin answered it.
“Oh, it’s you. What is it you want?” Goodwin looked quite peeved at seeing Shark at his front door.
Shark tried to be as polite as he could. “Is Sinbad home-”
“No, he isn’t!” Goodwin then tied the bathrobe he had on tighter. “He took a late shift at work. If you want to see him, come back tomorrow. Or go to the police station, depends on what happens.”
From his bedroom, a woman with black pigtails poked her head out. “Goodwin! What happened to your socks?”
He looked over at her, immediately forgetting Shark. “What?” He strode back to his room and closed the door, leaving Shark to decide to leave the house.
As Shark was going back down the stairs, he heard Goodwin shrieking, “What did he do?! My socks smell like Hawaiian Punch mixed with piss! What did he pour on these?!”
Shark’s wandering now led him to somewhere by the swamp. He passed a house that he’d thought was most certainly empty. Trying to think nothing of it, he kept walking.
Going a little farther, Shark reached a slightly rickety-looking bridge. To his surprise, it was able to support his weight.
By this time, the sun had properly gone down, leaving the sky darkened with night. This time, the stars were obscured by clouds, leaving only the moon struggling to shine through.
Nonetheless, Shark looked up at the sky to see the sight he believed was splendid no matter what. He was so engrossed in the covered moon, he didn’t hear the footsteps coming up behind him.
By the time he did, Shark’s eyes were covered up by someone’s hands. Before Shark could cry out in fear, however, he heard a familiar voice call out:
“Guess who, man!”