I don't know how I happened to be in Wet City. But the second I stepped in, I saw grey and green and blue and all the colors of the ocean. Their homes has stairs but they slept in boats. Everything could float and everyone could too. When the waves came, they were so fierce that they climbed over the hills. People forever lived in feet of water, and the streets were always wet and the rooftops always shiny.
In that city was a giant bus, which took the people in Wet City around hills in a long loop, on and on, transporting people from one wet quarter of wet city to another wet quarter. The bus was always in feet of water, and as it raced towards the next stop, all the water splashed around and annoyed the travelers.
Their bus was driven by a little boy in that city that no one knew about. No one cared, because he was not wet, like the other people. He didn't speak much ,but he always carried with him a jar full of fireflies that never died out of fire.
He pointed me to the end of the bus, and smiled, as I climbed into the bus. He took no fare and he didn't wait for me to sit down. I found myself at a loss of seating, and took the last seat in the bus, the one at the end of the aisle. It was uncomfortable and all that water made me cold and sick.
Everyone looked ahead, and so did I. They were strange people. The fisherwoman had emptyed her basket of fish into the water in the bus and was now fishing back for them. Little boys were making paper boats and throwing them into the air, while little girls were squirting water out of their fingernails.
I didn't know anyone at Wet City. I felt lonely. Perhaps I should make a friend on this bus, I thought. I looked ahead, at a large built woman, with a fully pregnant belly. I approached her, and introduced myself.
Touch my belly, she said. I touched it. I heard a gurgling. Then she took my hand and said, No, knock on it. I did so, and I heard a deep sonorous sound, deeper than one from a ripe watermelon. Now, shake it like a monkey, she said. I stood up, braced myself against the railings on the other side of the bus and did just that.
And in that instant, her belly burst, like a giant water balloon and brought forth a deluge of blue water. It flooded the bus, it's waves crashing against the walls of the bus and causing giant ripples as people were inundated by the regurgitation of her belly. After all the water has been emptied out, the lady began to shrink and her skin turned pale. Her skin slowly began to melt like ice and turn into water. In seconds the very last bit of her flowed into the newborn water and there was no more of her left.
I took a towel out of my backpack, wiped her seat off of the water, and sat on it. I was glad that I had found a window seat.