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Exploration by A Kelly

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  • The waves were big that day. He took one look at me and knew I was trouble. I laughed just a little too loudly and the way I drank to excess and still managed to hold a coherent conversation scared him. I'm not afraid of the water and I could save him if he needed me to. I do not fear the dead sailors or sunken ships that lie on the bottom of the lake and I do not panic when the seaweed brushes against me in the darkness. He was frightened by my raw emotion. I was in love with him and didn't want to be.

    We climbed the hill, up to the old school building. This is where the children of sailors went to school. We climbed up to the roof. The wind blew fierce and he cautioned me not to slip, as I walked the precipice to the edge of the building. And what if I did fall? I looked out at the expanse of the city we had left behind.

    "This is our town now." he said, squeezing my shoulder from behind, "We have to stop pretending like we are new here."
    We balanced our way along the edge of the roof and he spoke of a girl. One girl that brought him here. They drank gin and fucked against the shingles. "My life was missing discovery, exploration, adventure and I thought this would help", he said.

    When we came back into the building, and into the dimly lit hallway, a woman came walking towards us, wearing a red coat and smiling. He and I smiled back and she put a recorder to her lips, stared at us as she started to play as she left us behind.
    "That wasn't real." I told him.
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