R J Hembree - Writers' Village University
R J Hembree - Writers' Village University
R J Hembree - Writers' Village University
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with ghostly entities. Arriving at a succession of graves, Rachel bent her knees and<br />
extended her arms. The scars in her inner wrist stood out against the pale flesh.<br />
When she spread her fingers he thought of the duck swallowed by the pond.<br />
“I.”<br />
Jump.<br />
“Am.”<br />
Jump.<br />
“Immortal.”<br />
Jump!<br />
Her left ankle buckled. She tumbled onto the last grave. Her head just<br />
missed the gravestone. Bill leapt through the gate, dropped on one knee, and<br />
gently probed her ankle. “You’ve sprained it.”<br />
Rachel reached out and tapped the marker with her index finger. “Tag, you’re<br />
it, Mr. Baxter.” She rolled onto her back and stared at the sky. Shadows drifted like<br />
bloated spirits across the irises of her eyes until they glistened like the pond.<br />
“The pond drowned my sister,” she said.<br />
He took her hand.<br />
“It sucked her down.” A thin trail of water trickled from the corners of her<br />
eyes, dripped into her hair, and onto the grave. “It ate her feet, then her legs…”<br />
He slipped his hands under her, lifted her, and carried her back the way<br />
she’d come.<br />
“The mud choked her.”<br />
“I’m here.” He pushed through the gate and crossed the parking lot. Halting<br />
beside the front passenger door, he fumbled with the chrome handle. The door<br />
wouldn’t open.<br />
“Annie, hit the locks.”<br />
“She couldn’t even scream.”<br />
“Annie?”<br />
“I tried to save her, but the pond wouldn’t let her go.”<br />
“Annie, open the damn door!” He banged his knee into the car again and<br />
again.<br />
Rachel grasped his collar and pulled herself higher against his chest. Placing<br />
her other hand flat against his cheek, she turned his face until her lips brushed his<br />
earlobe. He felt the gristle of newly healed scars rub against his cheek. “I should<br />
have died with her.”<br />
The rear door popped open. Annie stuck her head through the opening. She<br />
stared at him with reddened eyes. Raucous music blared as she yanked the<br />
headphones out of her ears. Her mouth formed a large ‘O’ when she saw him<br />
standing beside the car with Rachel in his arms.