On the crest of a wave #writephoto

sue vincent glass hippo

Horace never knew real happiness. He was a freak, an anomaly, in some eyes an abomination. In every respect he fitted the label ‘hippopotamus’ save one: pigmentation. Not content with being albino, Horace’s genetic mutation had turned him translucent; so much so that he absorbed the colours of his surroundings which meant that, instead of the perfect camouflage he stood out, a garish mix of contrasting shades and tones.

For years he was shunned moving from from one waterhole to the next, laughed at, mocked. Until the fateful day he reached the sea. There, on the horizon loomed a small conical island. Perhaps, mused the now desperate Horace he could find sanctuary there. Gingerly, for he had not experienced waves before, he stepped in the water, letting its cooling properties take effect, soothing his nerves and calming his beating heart.

While he paddled in the shallows, getting his bearings and plucking up his courage to begin to make the dangerous journey, another hippo appeared out of the bushes and made for the water. Horace sank as far as he could, hoping the hippo, a girl as he could see, would not notice him.

‘Oh my god. I can see you.’

Horace’s heart sank. He began to turn to begin his dangerous swim.

‘No wait. Don’t go. You’re the first hippo I’ve been able to see. My eyesight has a defect meaning I can’t see hippos but I can see you. You are there, arent you? You are real?’

‘Yes,’ he said cautiously.

‘Oh my heavens. You’re beautiful.’

‘Me?’

‘Yes. The way you shine. It’s like you’re a diamond.’

Horace, who had become used to ignoring himself looked down. Sure enough, the girl was right. The sparkling water had turned him into a scintillating vitreous hippo-shaped globe. He circled round and surprised himself by doing a somersault.

The girl laughed. ‘Why can I see you and no other hippo? You must be so special.’

Special? Horace had never thought of himself as special. He smiled at the girl who smiled back. ‘Please,’ he said, ‘Join me.’ He swept a space in the water and allowed his new friend to join him. The island could wait.

Thisย storyย is in response to Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published three books - Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle, My Father and Other Liars and Salisbury Square. In addition I published an anthology of short stories, Life, in a Grain of Sand this summer. A fourth book will be out soon. This started life as a novel in a week on this blog and will follow later this year. I blog about all sorts at geofflepard.com and welcome all comments. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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18 Responses to On the crest of a wave #writephoto

  1. Jesska says:

    Awwwwwwww!! ๐Ÿ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Aww. So sweet a story. I’ve come over all soppy (I’m a sucker for happy endings!)

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  3. Ritu says:

    A very sweet story! ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ˜Š

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Sue Vincent says:

    Lovely story, Geoff.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. jan says:

    Quite imaginative! Somersaulting hippos – what a sight.

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  7. Helen Jones says:

    Oh, this is so cute! A sparkling hippo – I love it ๐Ÿ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  8. Judy Martin says:

    Oh, how sweet! A hippo-tastic love story! ๐Ÿ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  9. Sacha Black says:

    Ohhhh Geoff this was lovely. I think this might be my new face story you have ever written – I’m all warm and fuzzy

    Liked by 1 person

  10. macjam47 says:

    Awwww. This is so sweet.

    Liked by 1 person

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