Brogue 2007 - Belhaven College
Brogue 2007 - Belhaven College
Brogue 2007 - Belhaven College
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t h e b r o g u e<br />
were soaked by the mist and the sea, slick with seaweed and a creeping brown<br />
film. Bob saw several fat starfish that morning, orange and purple and hard,<br />
not soft like you’d expect. He scrambled down from the last few rocks, fingers<br />
dipping into anemone pools, and the cove stretched out before him. The<br />
tide was out entirely, and the same white-capped ocean that pounded the seastacks<br />
offshore was absolutely flat; still quicksilver pooled around a thousand<br />
orphan rocks. Two downed trees lay between him and the beach—a fish and<br />
a whale bone, he thought—a thin pine with its twigs still intact, and a cedar<br />
trunk bleached white from exposure.<br />
He had seen her shoe first; it was red in contrast to the branches that<br />
held it. She lay in a heap, limbs sprawled wildly from a long fall, and the<br />
greedy tide trying to tug her free. Bob had carried her deep into the forest<br />
and put her in a grave without a marker.<br />
He wondered how she had gotten so far out in the wilderness. It was a<br />
miracle she had lived in the forest, had made it to the ocean. She must have<br />
listened to his lectures well. It was a miracle that the tide had not sucked Carin<br />
away, and a miracle that he had found her. Not that Bob Abies put much<br />
stock in miracles. He had learned through hard experience not to care for<br />
wounded animals, that you could never save them, that they would always<br />
die and that this too was a part of nature. So when he found Carin, he didn’t<br />
cry. He just buried her well, and hoped she was at rest.<br />
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