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The cave to most was simply just a cave. Nothing more than rock formation, made with the rising tide. A mountain cut by water, scarred. Today, it would be the place where I lose myself. The place that would take me further than any other place. There was more to this world and I would only discover it inside that cave.
Soft ukulele music played in the car as I waited. A shy voice sang a beautiful song and I enjoyed it immensely. Still, my body was tired and muscles sore. No amount of music could fix this pain, but leaning my head back over of the chair helped wonderfully. As I slowly drifted into a relaxed state the passenger door opened and she climbed in.
We’ve all had our strange encounters in life. Some of us claim to be disturbed by a being who failed to move on to another life, some claim there are psychopathic killers in their basement. Me, I have the worst of all in my own home. Something that haunts me day and night, but my family fails to see it. There is a ghost in my home.
I passed the ball to my partner from my chair. He caught it quickly and passed it from one hand to another before throwing it back. A way for us to pass time in our boring situation. We worked for a meteorological company in the northern part of Canada and our job involved staying in the same room for long periods of time each day for six months of a year.
“Frederick, please!” Devin yelled. “I know you have a lot going on in your life and a lot to be happy about, but can you please get out of my cubicle and let me work!”
Devin hunkered back down in front of his computer, his large for blocking it from view as he began typing with ferocity. There was a lot to get through and not much time left. Still, Devin was always working and would always be working. It was curse that was his own, something he held close, but the others were free from such responsibility. Devin was jealous of them, of course.
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