I was wading in the surf on Matagorda Bay one warm, sunny day exchanging dialogue with Clara. I had known Clara for about ten years and conversing with her was like pulling teeth. I don’t want to say she is dull but she’s too quiet and a tad introverted. Oh don’t get me wrong she is a lovely girl. She is smart and pretty and sweet and kind but she is just too darn nice for the most part. Too calm, too reasonable and too… dull, there I said it!
Anyway as I was saying, I was wading in the surf dragging my feet (literally to scatter the sting rays) and thinking how I might kill her. I know that sounds horrible, we had been comrades for so long but she wearied me. Her unspoiled, hoity toity, prim and proper, everything by the book personality made me want to send her sailing face down with the outgoing tide. I think she knew it (she has a sixth sense thing) but she wasn’t going to fight me, it wasn’t in her nature. Maybe she wanted to die?
I had mulled it over and come to terms with the decision when a perky little blonde came running down the beach waving and shouting, “Hey y’all wait for me.” Oh my lord I thought while trying to ignore the thin tanned Mississippian’s approach. I quickly shoved Clara toward the incoming wave but her feet were planted too firmly and to my surprise she pushed back. “Do you know her?” I asked. Clara shook her head slowly and replied, “No but you do. You met her on a trip to Biloxi once.” I was speechless.
“Hey, I’m Maggie” the lady smiled as she looked past me and held out her hand, “You must be Clara.”
I suppose it’s true that opposites attract. I watched Maggie come alive and in doing so she saved Clara.
*This is a story about a story. The characters reside in The Rage Trilogy and all events are purely fictional.