hat
Mwen ta vin yon moun chen, nan dènye. Men, blocage a ak pye nou nan dlo a pa te fasil rezoud. Mwen morphed nan yon dominatriks, mande ke li rete tann sou dra a, anba parapli li si li pa ta navige bò kote m 'nan dlo a. Li tounen al jwenn baz lakay. Mwen t ap naje soti pou kont li. Men, bri a sou plaj la te trase m 'tounen. Liv te kous leve, li desann, abwaman. M 'te vin soti nan dlo a rasire moun ki bra mwen yo ak pye yo te voltijman, pa flailing
eng
I’d become a dog person, at last. But the stalemate with our feet in the water was not easily resolved. I morphed into a dominatrix, demanding that he wait on the blanket, under his umbrella if he wouldn’t paddle beside me in the water. He went back to home base. I swam out alone. But the din on the beach drew me back. Libro was racing up and down, barking. I came out of the water to reassure him that my arms and legs were fluttering, not flailing