Vol. II. Issue. III September 2011 - The Criterion: An International ...
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www.the-criterion.com <strong>The</strong> <strong>Criterion</strong>: <strong>An</strong> <strong>International</strong> Journal in English ISSN 0976-8165<br />
He wasn’t sure what to make of it, since he’d never been to the beach. But he was certain the<br />
dream would come back, and there was only one way to find out what it meant.<br />
One morning, Jonathan sat up in bed and watched dawn’s solemn glow sieving in through his<br />
curtains. His legs itched to get him out of bed and ready for work, but his mind was again on<br />
Lena Beach. <strong>September</strong> rainclouds would be rolling in and frozen ocean winds would be<br />
scouring its shore. Jonathan shivered, slowly sliding his legs out from the covers and placing his<br />
bare feet on the icy carpet. <strong>The</strong> sensation briefly jolted him back to the present. Time to head<br />
downtown, where a new stack of papers would be waiting for him.<br />
After his usual morning routine, Jonathan climbed into his car, suppressing Lena Beach. All<br />
along Riverside Drive, he felt the pressuring need to turn left at the light towards work.<br />
Wrongness hounded him all the way to the intersection, but once he was there, he gave in to<br />
where he had to go, what he had to know. He turned right.<br />
Jonathan’s breath became ragged. As the road stretched out behind him, he was certain that there<br />
was no going back, not since the milk had gone sour. Before he knew it, he was passing Auke<br />
Bay Harbor, where numerous Bayliners bobbed against their moorings. As he drove further away<br />
from home and work, the houses thinned and the evergreens and cottonwoods gathered. It was<br />
just as well that the trees swallowed the houses, since Jonathan found them increasingly difficult<br />
to look at without thinking of their dark windows and stale air. At the same time, however, he<br />
was keenly aware of leaves rustling as wind ripped them free of branches before the coming rain.<br />
Eventually, he passed the ferry terminal, where the MV _Columbia_ sat moored with its loading<br />
bay open. When he saw the green sign just after the terminal marking the entrance to Lena<br />
Beach, he turned down the narrow road and drove until he found an opening in the trees. Already<br />
he was shaking again and had trouble rolling the window down to let in the pounding of the surf.<br />
Sprinkles of rain dotted his hands, dashboard, and wheel, spilling into the car along with the<br />
pungent smell of the tide.<br />
Jonathan left his car parked alongside the road and slid down the dirty slope, avalanches of dead<br />
needles following in his wake. When the brown trunks pulled away, they revealed green<br />
mountains, slate blue ocean, and silvery-grey clouds barreling close to earth. <strong>The</strong> colors of his<br />
dream resolved into the damp, foreign vista around him, but as of yet, nothing looked out of<br />
place. Bleached tangles of driftwood rested in beds of shell and gravel. Dried kelp seeded with<br />
dead crabs marked the high-tide line. Nothing living was visible.<br />
But once the heart thumping in his ears subsided, he could hear a sound he had never heard<br />
before--a harsh, distant buzzing noise. Jonathan searched the horizon for the source. Near one of<br />
the islands of the archipelago was a small white shape: a fiberglass boat, no canopy, barely more<br />
than a smudge against the mountains. Squinting, he saw two shapes sitting in the boat. People,<br />
Jonathan thought. <strong>The</strong>re were people in that boat. <strong>An</strong>d this time, they were real. Time stopped as<br />
he watched.<br />
<strong>Vol</strong>. <strong>II</strong>. <strong>Issue</strong>. <strong>II</strong>I 280 <strong>September</strong> <strong>2011</strong>