Lydia's Mollusk
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A shell with brilliant striations. Golds and whites and purples. Perfectly in its setting on the calm, warm beach.
Beautiful, intriguing.
Beguiling, even.
Lydia hardly expects the creature be dangerous.
But then, looks can decieve.
A complex tale of mystery, misadventure, family, and a sea gone wild, from the author of Raphael Marooned.
Sean Monaghan
Award-winning author, Sean Monaghan has published more than one hundred stories in the U.S., the U.K., Australia, and in New Zealand, where he makes his home. A regular contributor to Asimov’s, his story “Crimson Birds of Small Miracles”, set in the art world of Shilinka Switalla, won both the Sir Julius Vogel Award, and the Asimov’s Readers Poll Award, for best short story. He is a past winner of the Jim Baen Memorial Award, and the Amazing Stories Award. Sean writes from a nook in a corner of his 110 year old home, usually listening to eighties music. Award-winning author, Sean Monaghan has published more than one hundred stories in the U.S., the U.K., Australia, and in New Zealand, where he makes his home. A regular contributor to Asimov’s, his story “Crimson Birds of Small Miracles”, set in the art world of Shilinka Switalla, won both the Sir Julius Vogel Award, and the Asimov’s Readers Poll Award, for best short story. He is a past winner of the Jim Baen Memorial Award, and the Amazing Stories Award. Sean writes from a nook in a corner of his 110 year old home, usually listening to eighties music.
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Lydia's Mollusk - Sean Monaghan
Chapter One
The shell had brilliant striations, running around, built up layer by layer. Golds and whites and purples. It was a little larger than Lydia's palm. A near-perfect whorl that wound from a pearly opening right up to a point that would be sharp enough to draw blood.
It lay on the coarse, wet sand, opening down, a soft, slimy purple head poking out like a tongue. Dozens of tiny white threads at the tip, some dipping into the sand, pushing grains aside. Some of the threads were crooked and discolored and not moving. Like little dead twigs.
A half-dozen or so of the healthy ones pointed upward. Waving, with black dots on the ends. Like eyes. Watching her watching it.
A genetic hybrid. Ocean clean-up.
And still fascinating and gorgeous.
It had been a good idea to come down to the shore right on dawn. The light was perfect with the fading orange of eastern cloudbanks out over the water. The background roar of the ocean was calming, and the rich mixed scents of salt and something more earthy from the driftwood and other flotsam, made it all such a peaceful place.
The shell rolled in a sudden over wash at Lydia's bare feet. The dregs of an already broken wave. Salty, foamy water rushed up, soaking her to the knees. Her comfy culottes suddenly heavy and cold.
There were some chips and damage to the animal's shell, she now saw. It was older. Maybe struggling. Some patches on its body were mottled.
Overhead, a gray-green bird called. A piercing, shrill cry as it glided along on the churning air. Osters, Arnt had called them, named after their distant, historic genetic ancestors, the oystercatchers.
Arnt, her brother, five years younger, spent way too much time reading about ecologies and way too little actually out just wandering on the beach, or heading up into the mountain trails. Surprising that they got on at all, really.
The wave was slight, and Lydia didn't mind a little cold. Barefoot and in her old culottes, but she had a warm, feathered jacket over her shirt, and a beanie on her head, topped with a pompom she'd made when she was six. Pulled down over her ears, with her thick, dark hair curled and tucked up underneath.
The water ran down the shallow shore, gathering back to fill the swell of the next wave.
The creature in the shell had righted itself and it continued its way along. Those threads were back into the sand, with those others still watching her.
Strange to see something like this right at the water's edge. Maybe it was lost or sick.
Lydia stepped back as hollows formed around her feet. Off to her left, maybe a kilometer distant, a high-prowed, gray boat trolled along. Tall poles at the stern with lines dragging. There would be a net down there, plundering the remains of the fisheries stock. As if the genetic replacements were a panacea and the oceans would be fine.
Lydia turned left and walked along a ways, the ocean on her right and the dune fields to her left. Sandy and high, with marram grasses whiskering them, it was still fun to go exploring in their maze of hollows and valleys.
Beyond, a hundred miles off, the Snowy Mountains rose, dark and rocky. Blue with distance, they were hardly snowy now. A couple of high glaciers were visible on clear days, but that was about all.
The cool offshore breeze found its way around her neck and her calves. At least it would ruffle the culottes and dry them out probably before she got home.
From closer came the chugging sounds of an engine. That would be Ed with his ancient bucket loader, trawling around the streets of their small town, scooping up sand to keep things clear. He would drive on out, the whole chassis rocking on the oversized black tires, and dump the sand right back onto the beach. It felt very cyclic.
The hefty sound of sloshing, as another wave threw its backwash up the shore, was accompanied by the cry of the bird again.
Lydia looked back.
The shell had flipped again. The water was running away around it, eroding sand away. The animal's flat foot faced the sky and the threads dangled.
Near it, the oster dipped down. Close to the sand. Wings furling. Legs out.
It landed with a little hop.
The bird took a couple of bounces and stopped by the inverted mollusk.
The foot moved slowly, but it was clear that the shell was jammed in place.
The bird's head darted out. The beak pecked at the fleshy part of the mollusk’s foot.
Hey!
Lydia waved and started over, almost breaking into a run. Hey!
It was the way of the wild. So why was she trying to stop it? Feeling sorry for the mollusk?
Arnt would tell her that she needed to harden up. That she was soft-hearted.
Hey!
she kept waving. Kept moving.
With a squawk of complaint, the bird took to the air.
Someone was up on the dune trail, watching Lydia. Great. It looked like Marlene, with her straw hat and floral skirt. Watching Lydia running and waving at a seabird. That story would be around the village in no time flat.
Lydia looked back at her little friend. The tail end of a smaller wave washed around the shell, barely moving it. It remained inverted.
As the water moved away, Lydia crouched and picked up the shell. It was hard and cold and the layers had ridges that pressed into her hands. It was heavier than she'd expected.
She would get wet again, carrying it out a bit. Just to get it into deeper water. Away from the predators.
Soft-hearted.
She turned the shell in her hands, so that it was up the right way. Water swirled around her legs. There were stones in the bottom here, making it feel more lumpy than the beach.
The animal's head pressed against her left palm. There were patterns in the purple skin. Mottling and patches of darker color. Partially translucent so she could even see some of the internal tubes.
In flight again, the bird screeched at her. A stolen meal.
The black dots of the eyes, on the threads, all peered at her. The mollusk was intent.
I've got you, little one,
Lydia said. You'll be okay.
The other threads tickled at her wrist. Tickled and tingled.
Pressed hard.
Began burrowing in.
Oh,
she said as the tingling crept up her forearm. That's not good.
The mollusk’s tail wrapped around the back of her palm. The foot was sticky, holding on.
Lydia felt light-headed. She took a step back. Slipped. Fell.
The water splashed and bubbled as it swallowed her up.
Chapter Two
The water was surprisingly warm as Lydia became enveloped in it. It surged around her, tugging and turning. The sound of it rippled in her ears. Her head bumped against the sand. The push tore the beanie from her head.
Lydia lost track of time, but never lost consciousness. Things moved in a blur.
Someone lifting her from the water. Pulling her out. Up onto dry sand. The bright sun in her eyes. The stink of dead fish. People shouting. The chug and grunt of Ed's bucket loader.
The oster gliding overhead as Lydia stared straight up. Was that a smug look on the bird's face?
More lifting and carrying. Through the dunes. Into someone's house. White tiled ceilings. Music playing somewhere. Something classical with rich strings and moments of triumphant brass and pounding timpanis.
That music went on for hours, didn't it? People came and went, their movements strangely staccato and then it was night.
Lydia blinked in the dark. It was her bedroom. The smell of her freshly-laundered sheets swept around her. They felt so soft and perfect. Enveloping her as the water had.
From outside came the chirp of crickets. They were getting real active this time of year.
For a