Flash Frenzy – Round 52
1/24/15 –
due by 1/25/15 – 6:00 PM MST
Before pale men swarmed from wooden ships in
Boston Harbor, the Salmon Falls River flowed uninhibited from Great East Lake
through rocky ravines and low depression marshland to the Gulf of Maine.
To satiate their
voracious appetites, these white men of God harvested the King’s Pines
overlooking it, mined silver near its banks, and built mills of every kind
beside it. To ensure a reliable flow, dams
were constructed. One dam created the
227 acre body of water known as Horn Pond.
Franklin
stood on his dock and looked out across Horn Pond. He loved this pond. It had been part of his life since he could
remember. He learned to swim in this
pond. He learned to fish, paddle a canoe,
and water ski on its surface.
It was below
the pond’s rippling surface Franklin found true bliss. His father had given him snorkeling gear one
summer. Franklin spent countless hours exploring the
shallow quiet depths along its shores. He learned where the big fish hid among the
ledge filled crevices of the north end.
The summer he turned 13, he found the old silver mine and let his darker
side take over his soul.
This would be
the summer of his first kill. Many
bodies, many years later Franklin smiled, amazed that he had not been caught
when that obnoxious brat from across the lake awakened in the canoe and began
screaming. He realized as he swung the
paddle, his plan had only covered the murder, not the disposal. Panic ridden
moments passed until he remembered the old silver mine buried under 25 feet of
water.
Franklin
turned to look up the north end of the pond.
Bouncing on the turbulent surface under darkening skies, a knot of emergency
craft floated directly over the mine.
Cutting off
some of the mooring line to the Ski-Nautique, he tied two cinder blocks to it,
tied the other end around his neck, and
climbed into the boat. Moments later, over the deepest part of Horn Pond, Franklin held the blocks close and jumped
into the lake.
The next day
eight year old Melissa across the pond killed her first Loon.
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Image courtesy
of Ashwin Rao
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