The Peculiar Case of the Abominable Swimsuit Model

On this day two years ago, Percy Maelock first splashed into my life. On a beach halfway around the world, I saw him scrambling out of the surf with a truly bizarre and - dare I say - horrific sight behind him.

For two years, I have collected so many notes and retellings and innumerable witnesses to those events and I still struggle to put it properly to paper. It should be easy. I have all the pieces, just not the strength to compile them. I’d like to say that I have gained clarity to the events and now understand the whole story. Alas, I don’t believe that is a case. I only witnessed the most fleeting of chapters snatched from that full narrative, and it was more than enough.

But I suppose now is the time. It’s been, after all, two full years. Surely I can now -

No.

No, I don’t think so. Not today. Not yet.

I know the day will come when the peculiar case of the abominable swimsuit model shall come fully into the light, but I fear it is still one that must wait a while longer.