Thomas Billet Monday the 5th of October
3°2
Car Crash
Gwendolyn was on a dock. Wind blew through her long blond hair. She looked around; she was alone, it was dark, and only the moon lighted the small pier. There was something she couldn’t quite explain about this place. She could feel a supernatural power flowing in each and every one of the old board and didn’t dare move, afraid she would uncover a dreadful secret. She didn’t know what she was doing here. She tried to remember what had happened the day before but she couldn’t. All she knew was that she had gone to a party and…; it was as if a barrier was keeping her from accessing this particular part her memory. Maybe it had to do with this strange dock she asked herself. She was getting frightened now. She tried to walk away, but she couldn’t move! Her feet were stuck to the ground by some odd force. She struggled with all her might but her feet didn’t stir one inch. She was about to give up hope when she perceived a boat in the distance. She stopped and looked curiously at it. The ship was moving languorously but inexorably towards her; its dark, massive and imposing figure flowing on the black waters. It wasn’t very welcoming. There were no lights in the exception of a small lantern on the deck. The boat was now to a stop in front of her. A footbridge was lowered. She walked onto the boat, against her will still pushed by this bizarre force. The deck squeaked as she walked on the old and maybe rotten planks. She could not see who was driving the boat. She could only distinguish a dark shadow in the cabin. A tear rolled down her cheek as she looked back in direction of the coast, slowly disappearing in the emptiness of the night.
