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Incident at Restitution Falls short story by Paul Sutcliffe

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August 29th, 2014 - 07:22 AM

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Incident at Restitution Falls    short story by Paul Sutcliffe

Incident at Restitution Falls short story © Paul Sutcliffe


A dog; a speck of a thing. It arrived in some sort of bus, unkempt, mottled, needy. A dirty mutt. Making noise and disturbing the breathtaking, natural peace. The falls, like shadows of fully-forming instant-glass. “It comes down all year round, without everrr stopping”, the local had said.

It was the first time any of us had seen such a sight. Aunt Consuelo had never even been out of El Topo. The force of gravity’s grip, the white wall of terror, pulled all of us out from our bus, and pulling us in. Right in.

Even our driver - blowing a plume of cigar smoke out of his grizzly mouth – stared trance-like, at the slushy, streaming white shower, falling, falling and falling. And all of us, as well - transfixed...to be honest. And then, the dog. Yappy. Yapping. Yap-yap-yap-yap-fecking-yap.
“Yappy little shite”, Aunt Consuelo murmured, spitting a whole globule of phlegm onto the brittle earth, cracked,crackled, below our booted feet.

The whitewall, the water, rushing down, faster and faster - and the dog, rushing headlong towards....
Dog no more. Oh….no. No more. The little bugger had been swallowed up, whoosh!! in its orgiastic power. And, now - not even a paw could be seen. .

We all stood and watched. Some even clapped.

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