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294 My Pond
294 My Pond
294 My Pond
Justus Reighard
My pond is my favorite place to be. It’s calm and warm. The water melts away the
leeches of life. It is my thinking spot. I like to sit on the dock and look into the water. I see him.
He sees me. We stare at each other before I look away. I don’t like seeing him like this. The fear
and hatred in his eyes are justified. I threw him in there. I killed him. His hands reach up for me.
They haunt me. I see them always grabbing for me. Just out of reach. His face slowly changing
shades, getting darker and farther away. His face is gone but I still see him. His last bubbles
ripple away and I realize that I’m looking at myself. But I don’t know who he is.