THE POND

They had left Bemidji about 5:10 in morning. It was still dark lightly raining with the clouds seemingly hanging on the hood of the car. Typical late October weather in northern Minnesota. He was driving east on hwy 2, which zigzag’s across the state as they worked their way to there home in northwestern Illinois.They had been arguing since the car pulled out of the Waters Edge parking lot in Bemidji. Even over breakfast they had been combative. Their marriage had been on the rocks or going downhill for several months now. He made the turn on state 371 a road he was very familiar with, which because of the weather conditions, was a good thing? As they approached Walker they were slowed by road widening project due to the newly opened Casino. The construction ran on miles in all directions to make it easy for people visit and part with their money.The conversation was beginning to get heated as it often did when they were together more then a few hours. At one point she said: “I wish I had never married you; we never have any money, we have never been able to do much of anything.” "This marriage has been a disaster from the start.”Mentally he agreed with her. They had been married less then two years and seems like sometime after the first couple months when she realized he didn’t make the money necessary to sustain “the daily like party atmosphere she desired” she began the nagging, he thought.“I wish I had never married you; your nothing but a looser,” she continued.He replied: “Why did you then? I haven’t changed. You must have known you can’t keep spending money partying all the time. I don’t know of anyone that is married that expects to party every night.”“Every night, is that what you said. With the exception of this trip we haven’t been out in months. You are always pinching the purse strings; we never have money for the fun things. Last night we couldn’t even go to the movies. Too expensive you said we just have enough to get us back home! I’d rather be dead then married to you,” she said.She wished she were dead does she. Perhaps that can be arranged, he thought. He was driving faster now without realizing it because of her nagging and loud earsplitting shrieks. He began to think about the road up ahead and though she continued her complaining he concentrated on formulating a plan that would accommodate her desire to be “dead then married.”Just out of Walker he turned left on state 200 running east along the south boundary of the Chippewa National Forest and Lake Indian Reservation; he knew that a few miles up the road the area was full of ponds, marshes, rivers and even small lakes. Lilies covered most ponds. He was not sure of the depth but was sure it wouldn’t matter much as this was marshland and the car was certain to settle below the lilies. It would be deep enough to grant her wish of that he was sure.She was quiet now; seemingly out of words. All you could hear was the drone of the tires on the blacktop as they made there way east, “the pond, the pond, they seem to be saying,” he thought. What seemed like an eternity of quite was about to end for the curve and pond he had in mind were just moments away. He knew that her mind was still racing with curses and thoughts of degradation.As they approached the area she started in again, blaming him, almost screaming at him. She was so involved in her tirade she didn’t notice when he tightened his seat belt and had steadily increased their speed. Near the mid-point area of “the curve,” he pulled sharply left and the car careened across the centerline; momentarily airborne as it plunged over the embankment and slammed nose-down with such force it smashed the windshield and flip the car on to it’s roof leaving them hung upside down restrained by their seatbelts. Both blacked out momentarily when heads hit the roof upon impact. The car sluggishly begins to sink beneath the surface, into the depths, as the lilies parted like arms opening wide, as if to welcome them.The shock of the cold water jarred him conscience first. His heart pounding in his chest he fumbles with the seat belt release only to find it jammed. Jammed! It can’t be jammed dam it! Think……think, what is going on, and then it hit’s him, take weight off the harness. He does so and immediately is free.As the car takes on water the process of sinking below the surface quickens. Water reaches her mouth and nose, she gags and coughs. Jarred back to reality she is disoriented; frightened and screaming, thrashing about, struggling to get out of her seatbelt. He grab’s her hand preventing release. Air begins to escape from her nose and mouth as her lungs fill with water and oxygen escapes, her movements quiet, she cease’s to struggle: she is unconscious.As the water fill’s the compartment he releases her hand and attempts opening his door. It wouldn’t budge; he applied all of his strength and begins to panic, but the door still remained fastened. It had to open or this would be their grave not just hers. Air bubbles float past his face to what is now the floor and a pocket of air, holding onto the dash he follows them and breaths deeply sucking in oxygen.Forcing himself to think and remain calm he plans his next move, holding his breath moves back to his seat places both feet against the broken windshield and felt it give. Again he pushes with all his leg strength and the windshield popped as the pressure inside and outside the vehicle equalizes. He pulled himself through the opening, rights himself and pushes off the car.Reaching the surface he pulls air into his aching lungs and chokes on stagnant pond water. He is standing on the underside of the car; his head is just above the water with the car still slowly settling into the muck below. He attempts to move away swimming for shore. Taking a couple short strokes he realizes that he can’t move. He calls out for help struggling to get free, and what has a hold of his legs, tightens its grip. Looking below the water and kicking to free himself from what he sees turns his blood cold, and kicks, and kicks, to free himself of…..

HER HANDS!

She’s dead; he saw her lifeless body trapped in the seatbelt, eyes, mouth open, motionless, she can’t possible have a hold of him. His mind racing beyond control now as panic takes over for reality. He is trapped. He flays the water with quick swimming strokes much as she had moments before and slip’s beneath the water screaming uncontrollable as her laughter floats up to great him.

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THE POND

k253

West Dundee,, United States

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A short story written/tape recorded some years ago as my wife and I were returning from attending a motorcycle gathering in Bemidji. We were traveling by car as my wife did not ride.

While I was taping the basis she was glaring but a story is a story and when the idea becomes an idea one must jot/tape the basis or perhaps loose it.

We have been together 55 years in few weeks, but she refuses to travel that road again….don’t understand the logic…

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