It was still down there. Waiting to be found.
He turned around and pedaled home as fast as he could, as if that thing out there would rise from the muck and come after him. He shut his bedroom door, snatched up the phone and just held it for a long time. Justin would kill him. Fuck him. He punched 911.
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Copyright © 2012 Tim McGregor
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imaginationor are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Cover photograph by Maximilian Janicke (rawimage)
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