Submitted by Rui.
What are you going to do? I don’t know…I’ll stash it in the trunk first and then try to drive up to the Lake tonight. What if it wakes? It won’t. I made sure of it. The solution should render it dreamless and asleep for at least fifteen hours. Oh. Anyway, if it does, I’ll just have to end it finally. This will be my last goodwill. You needed to solve this a long time ago, why now? I don’t know, I can’t bear the smell anymore.
It shifts inconspicuously in the background. The bag appears to inflate. Water, is it…whatever it is, it devours the surface of the sack. And when it’s done, it’s as if nothing has changed.
Is it just me or did that bag turn a shade darker? Stop making me paranoid.
I take hold of it, and walk silently into the forest. Whatever happens, it needs to be done tonight. I had wrestled it, kicking and screaming. I had tried to fight it. I’m the master, the boatswain, the effortless purveyor of my fate. I questioned myself, where did it suddenly come from? What had happened? The rush, the blur, I can hardly distinguish the mess myself. Conflicting motives. By goodwill, I meant for myself. This is finished, the beast will be put down tonight. Along with it, the identity that it had irrevocably sealed itself with, mine.
I see my fate in front of me. Grasping the rope, I/it trekked without hesitation and barely present into the dark metallic sheen of the Lake. The caress of the ripples on my physical manifestation was a pleasure before…an indefinably questionable infinity.