Memories of Darkness by Kelvin Bueckert - HTML preview

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4

August 1, 1980-3:35 a.m.

The dull roar of the waterfall grows steadily.

I turn my attention to the body lying upon me.

Drool forms at the corners of her lovely lips then dribbles slowly down the sides of her perfectly formed chin.

Yes indeed, we are the beautiful ones. I am wearing dirt-stained blue jeans with a plain white t-shirt. She is wearing a filthy white skirt and a blue blouse.

Perhaps in other circumstances, we could have fallen in love.

Love…that most wonderful of emotions…the powerful emotion that had drawn Dwayne and Marsha together in the first place.

I can still remember digging through the ruins of that old house where the body of Marsha had been discovered. What a blistering hot day that was…yet, Dwayne had a gang working out there day and night to dig out that body.

Dwayne said he wanted to give her a proper burial.

What a man…

It had taken him only a few weeks to gain total control of our small island. The only way in or out of our northern community was by plane or by boat. So, it was easy for Dwayne’s men to control all possible entrances or exits…Dwayne even ordered us to build a wall around our island, for our protection of course.

The funny thing is, I’ve never felt safer…

The rage of the waterfall grows louder. The babble of the river drives us relentlessly onward. Soon, very soon, it will all be over.

I feel slightly more alive.

My mind is thinking a lot clearer now. With a little luck, I will soon be able to resume my futile struggle against the force that brought us here.

An escape plan still escapes me, so I do the next best thing. I continue to brood upon the past and my part in it…

If only I had known the truth before…before…before I had accepted Dwayne’s job offer and gone to work for him…but at first, he seemed so kind, so reasonable, that we never questioned him.

Maybe looking good isn’t quite the same thing as actually being good.

I flex my arms against the ropes that have bound me to my fate…no luck…soon and very soon Susan and I will succumb to the call of the waterfall…A vision of Travis appears in my mind…ah yes, Travis…he was Dwayne’s best friend at one point…but that didn’t last long…