R J Hembree - Writers' Village University
R J Hembree - Writers' Village University
R J Hembree - Writers' Village University
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“Unlock the doors,” Bill ordered.<br />
Annie withdrew her head into the car. The locks in the jeep snapped open.<br />
Bill paused to look over at the center of the pond where a patch of utter darkness<br />
floated like the pupil of a giant eye. He put his wife into the front seat, buckled her<br />
seatbelt, and leaned in so that he could look into her face.<br />
“You belong with us,” he said. And taking each of her hands, he flipped them<br />
over and kissed her scars. “I will never let you go.” Stepping back, he shut the door<br />
on the sight of her damaged wrists. Then, he faced the pond.<br />
Twigs and leaves gathered near the shore, pushed there by rings that<br />
emanated from the pond’s eye. The ripples nibbled at the shore, taking mouse-like<br />
bites out of the soil.<br />
As sunlight descended into its vastness, the pond devoured every bit of it.<br />
Bill sensed the monstrous depths hidden beneath its dull sheen.<br />
“You can’t have her!” he said.<br />
Something slapped the tip of his shoe, something that spat droplets over the<br />
bottom of his trousers and soaked his socks. He squatted on his haunches, placed<br />
his hand upon the ground for balance, and angled his head so that he could see<br />
beneath the Jeep. Rank water stained the gravel a deeper gray than the shadows<br />
that lay there. It left an imprint that reached out from under the vehicle with long<br />
damp tendrils.<br />
Bill jerked his hand off the ground. He stared at his palm, frowned, and<br />
wiped off the wetness on his trousers.<br />
It sucked at her feet, then her legs…<br />
“What’s wrong?” Annie demanded from the back as Bill climbed into the<br />
driver’s seat and slammed the door.<br />
“Buckle up!” he said, over his shoulder. His keys jingled. The engine roared<br />
to life. Bill popped the emergency brake and shoved the stick into reverse. He heard<br />
his wife panting great gulps of air. “Hold on, Rach.” Keeping his gaze on the pond,<br />
he pressed down on the accelerator.<br />
The front wheels slipped in the damp soil. Gravel and sand pelted the water.<br />
“Bill!” “Daddy!” His wife and daughter shouted.<br />
The steering wheel refused to turn in his hands. Bill yanked it back and forth<br />
and beat it with his fist, but the jeep wriggled like a fish caught on the end of a<br />
hook. The rear wheels dug a trench into the soft base beneath the gravel lot. There<br />
was a loud thump. The front end of the jeep dipped and it slid another few inches<br />
into the pond.<br />
“What the hell was that?”<br />
Rachel gasped as the log rolled into view. Her hand dropped onto his thigh<br />
and clung there. The wheels had churned the up sludge from the bottom of the<br />
pond. A layer of scum appeared, spreading out to the center of pool where the<br />
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