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I followed you down the slope, sliding on the sharp edges of the rocks, to get to the edge of the well faster. Pointy brines opened grooves on my arms. Something stirred in the background. I thought of wings or membranes throbbing, nervous. We didn't see anything until the circles appeared in the water. You looked at me and signed up for a bromeliad settled in the mud. Her head sprouted behind a fan of red flowers. She floated.
I listened to my breathing. A fish splashed and sank with a thud. I slid into the trap and hugged a log that stopped my fall. But I couldn't reach you. I scrabbled through the black slime until I caught your neck with my free arm. I thought you weren't breathing.
-What are you doing? Give me your hand!
"Leave me," you said. I have to go.
She had a strange calm in her eyes.
"No," Pamela said. She is lying. Bring the.
"If you go, I'll go with you," I said without letting go and turned to Pamela who sighed animatedly.
"That's not okay." It's not funny, ”you replied. I do not want to play more.
I knew you wouldn't get up.
I dragged her until she rested her head on the stones on the shore. Later, as we climbed the ravine, she laughed, brushing off the mud. Behind, the water quieted until the well disappeared under the thick layer of mangrove. She was still laughing as she stabbed at my wounds and Pamela fanned her tail.
"Come on, silly." Did you think that I would leave you?
Author: @alexandrabarrarz
country: Venezuela