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All Jasper could see of the boy by the narrow beam of his helmet light was a pair of low-cut boots and maybe two inches of ankle.
“Ben?” Jasper asked the protruding feet.
He felt a thrill of fear at how very still the young man was. Jasper spent several long moments mentally willing a response before, at last, the boots kicked weakly. Ben was alive, at least for now.
“Really,” observed a voice that Jasper reminded himself was just in his head, “it looks like the rock came alive and swallowed him. Sucked him down in one big gulp. Pretty familiar, huh?”
“My name is Jasper. I’m gonna get you out,” the rescuer spoke to the feet, ignoring the commentary.
“You’re going to fail him,” the voice said, “I’m sure of that. Just like before.”
“That was years ago, John,” Jasper mumbled under his breath, “You’re just a memory. It wasn’t my fault.”
“Then why am I still here with you?” chuckled the phantom voice softly before falling silent. Jasper knew it would return.
It always did.
“See those little ones right there?” Kayla’s dad asked, pressing his finger against the icy glass of the tank, and watching her reflection nod excitedly from behind him. “Those are called crawfish. The big ones are lobsters.”
“Oh,” Kayla said, “well, why are they in there?”
Kayla’s dad straightened his back, drumming his fingers along the tank.
“Because some people like to eat them,” he said. Kayla’s little face drooped.
“But why are they gonna eat them?” she asked, scooting closer to the tank, enough for her nose to feel the chill from the glass. Read more...
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