Peter waded through the water while the other fishermen stood precariously on the wooden boats. He had caught a glimpse of it. He had a gut feeling that his search was going to come to an end. He would finally get an answer to the question that had been haunting him for the past twelve hours. It was only the previous day that he had smiled under the very same sun as he headed towards the growling sea to catch fish. But that day things were different. Each passing moment reminded him of his helplessness. Each rising wave dropped hints of an impending doom. Each breath he took seemed to suck life away from his body. Gradually. Silently.
His companions stood on the boats, watching their pal as he made his way through the somber waters. They waited silently and pretended that nothing had happened. Their fishing net lay immersed in the water as they exchanged short glances, understanding what the other person was going through. No words were uttered. None. They stood their like pantomimists who didn’t speak a word but voiced their feelings through their faces. Their friend Peter had been very calm and they did not want to disturb this calmness by offering their condolences.
Peter bent and looked closely. At first he saw his own reflection which gradually became blurred by the image of a dead body. He was right. It was Sophie, his wife.
The previous night he had returned home to find his wife missing. His neighbours had informed him that they had heard voices but by the time they reached his house Sophie was gone. Everything was in disarray and most of the expensive items were missing. Ever since then Peter had been out with his friends looking for his wife.
Finally, he had found her. He lifted Sophie’s body in his arms and looked at her face. At places it had been eaten up by the fish. They had taken their revenge by feeding on those very people who killed them. His friends took the cue and pulled back the net. The thing that they had been trying to catch had been caught. Peter walked towards the boat and placed the body gently on the net. They rowed back with a dead body and a handful of dead fish.
The sea was unusually quiet. There was mayhem in his heart. The pantomime had come to an end.