The People of the Moon
Chapter I – Agent Orange I paddled out into the dark night. The water is black, the sky is black, the stars are cold white silver, and there is a rapidly diminishing sliver of moon hanging on for dear life high up above in the pre-morning sky. The full moon has been and gone, and us mob, The People Of The Moon, have followed its beck and call faithfully, like we do every month. We surf at night, because, for one, it’s exciting, special and spooky, sends shivers up and down your spine and is a challenge, and, for another, because it’s the only way we can get a wave to ourselves and beat the crowds, here at our regular surf spot. It’s a popular place and the entire world wants a piece of the action, so it seems, and so it gets flogged to within an inch of its life, with all the attendant issues of human nature rearing its ugly head and showing itself from its worst side: when it gets busy the beautiful peaceful ocean becomes a battlefield, where random characters push, shove, h...