Anchor
Cherry
As they climbed down the bedsheets
they'd tied together, scaling down the walls of the Academy dorm, the
two boys glanced from side to side before swinging over a little to
the next bank of windows, collecting the baskets of supplies they'd
hidden earlier in the night. Alighting on the ground, they scurried
into the shelter of a nearby bank of trees, freezing for a moment as
an eerie sound echoed through the buildings then faded into
nothingness.
Vincent, not for the the first time, questioned the
wisdom of their endeavour, only to be chided by his roommate; both of
them grumbled quietly at one another as they headed for the lake,
spotting the little boat bobbing against the shore and hurrying to
its side. They boarded the vessel and raised its curiously heavy
anchor, paddling furiously for the center of the lake as the moon
rose above them, casting its pale light across the waters. They
opened the basket that should have contained their bait, blinking in
disbelief as they pulled out a trio of cherry danishes-- someplace
below the surface of the lake, burbling laughter echoed, bubbling up
in a little trail not far from the boat's hull....
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