Aldo Ocean Eder: A Short Story

Aldo Ocean Eder had been living in Glace Bay, port area at the southern part of The New Morram City for as long as he could remember in his 17th year old life. He was the only son of Alberto Eder, a tough fisherman whose life bound with the tide of the sea life. Numerous times caught by a thunderous storm when he was sailing on the sea, dangling between life and death, his father kept his vivid dream that one day his son, Aldo Ocean, would follow his way of a struggling life against the sea. Aldo’s childhood was a series of stories of plunging out into the sea, repeatedly drowning before being pulled out of the sea using fishnet by other fishermen, wandering around the stinky fish market, and cornered at dark and empty alley by a bunch of burly fishermen kids. No boys wanted to befriend him and he also soon found out that his father’s worried about the way his body developed. He had a lean and slender posture. His skin was chalky pale as if it was malnourished and bloodless, no matter how much he had exposed his skin under the sun. His skin was damp, wet like a moist baby skin and his cheek blushed with pink when he smiled, like a doll. No wonder if he hardly found his place between his neighbor boys who were born with coarse featured, broad shoulder, and sunburned skin. When he was in the junior high, some boys and girls started to call him beautiful.

They said he was a face of an airbrushed model in a fashion magazine, which it should have been a compliment, but Aldo took it as the explanation why he kept being harassed and bullied by the boys at his