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I stand on the gleaming rocks and gaze out toward the pond. I've been coming here for years now, ever since I could throw bread crusts to the mallards without screaming and running away. Across the lake are mansions dripping with frosting and gumdrops, but their pretention gets no heed. I dream of inhabiting the island between us that measures about six steps wide and just as far long. There's a "no boating, no fishing, no swimming" sign to my left, so I don't know how the dilapidated shack sits between two steps and four, but I want to sit there forever and stare back at the people who stand on the gleaming rocks and stare out at me and don't run away from the shrieking mallards or the East Eggers on their gingerbread balconies who rock back on their heels and laugh at the show as birds rip open their sandwiches then turn to top off their schnappes. I'd pay attention to that island, though. I think it's made of breadcrumbs. I don't own a boat, fishing is useless, and I'm too afraid to break the rules. So I let the waves lap my feet and convince myself that I'll come back and do the deed at sundown, even though I know I won't.
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Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 1:47 PM UTC
Duck Island
I stand on the gleaming rocks and gaze out toward the pond. I've been coming here for years now, ever since I could throw bread crusts to the mallards without screaming and running away. Across the lake are mansions dripping with frosting and gumdrops, but their pretention gets no heed. I dream of inhabiting the island between us that measures about six steps wide and just as far long. There's a "no boating, no fishing, no swimming" sign to my left, so I don't know how the dilapidated shack sits between two steps and four, but I want to sit there forever and stare back at the people who stand on the gleaming rocks and stare out at me and don't run away from the shrieking mallards or the East Eggers on their gingerbread balconies who rock back on their heels and laugh at the show as birds rip open their sandwiches then turn to top off their schnappes. I'd pay attention to that island, though. I think it's made of breadcrumbs. I don't own a boat, fishing is useless, and I'm too afraid to break the rules. So I let the waves lap my feet and convince myself that I'll come back and do the deed at sundown, even though I know I won't.
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bailey-b
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Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 1:47 PM UTC
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