I Watched the Boat Sail Away
a journalist will leap from a bush- poured out of her mouth like bees
- teeth are pointy
- I know I got high
- just inside the tree line
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I watched the boat sail away into the setting sun. When I could no longer see it, I turned to study our new surroundings. I am always wary in a new location. My family is notorious, and I am married to the Contrarian Warlord’s daughter. I never know when a journalist will leap from a bush and wave a camera or a microphone in my face. It happens all the time, as I’m sure you’ve noticed in this tale of mine.
The beach was pebbly. Beyond the high-tide line, snow blanketed everything, obscuring the terrain, the greenery, and any lurking journalists. I led Tessa along the shore, searching for any signs of habitation. The first thing we found was a fountain with a statue of a nude woman in the center. Icicles poured out of her mouth like bees from a bursting balloon, and the carved balloon she held above her head was full of stinging insects.
“Wow,” said Tessa. “Her teeth are pointy!” She seemed to miss the significance.
“I know I got higher scores than you on the SAT,” I said, “but surely you recognize Buzzlyncia, the Contrarian goddess of Tabloid Journalism.”
“Are we in Contraria then?” she asked.
Before I could answer I caught sight of movement just inside the tree line, and then the unmistakable whir and click of a high-speed camera shutter. “Cover your face!” I cried. “They’ve found us!”
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