Even with my eyes closed, the light of the arch was almost unbearable. I screwed my eyes shut and swam blindly forwards. followed by Megan and Martina. My eyelids felt as if they were being burnt by the heat, which they probably were. AS soon as all three of us had completely cleared the Arch, it disappeared. I am not going to make it sound fancy, not going to say, "It dissipated in the winds of change". I have sworn to write only the truth so that is what I write. It simply vanished.
***
Megan lay back on a log beached just of the shore. Martina and I were standing by the beach, wringing out our hoodies. We had been drying off for a good half-hour when Megan called us. She was kneeling next to a large gray dog. Personally, he looked more like a grizzly bear than a domesticated animal. Even though I had gotten over my fear of dogs ages a go, I wasn't thrilled when it came over to me and started jumping up, trying to lick my face. Both Megan and Martina had dogs so they thought it was the cutest thing in the world. Well, I could live without the big barking, slobbering, stealing-food-off-your-plate kinds, as obviously this...dog ...was. "OI! OLIVER! YOU GET BACK HERE, YA GREAT BLOWN-UP BUFFOON!"
We all turned, even the dog, whose name must have been Oliver. A lady, wearing a gray shirt full of holes, a bright orange skirt and glasses the size of a small coconut came running towards us. "Oliver! You come here, you great oaf! You can't bring those squirrels home for supper! they're to big...in fact, I don't think they're squirrels at all!"
"Well! In all my life I had certainly not been called a squirrel! And a big one at that!" Martina huffed.
Then the lady said exactly what I had been thinking.
"Get used to it."
TO BE CONTINUED...
Sunday, May 30, 2010
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