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2 | The Curious Cat

To, The Curious Cat.

Hello there stranger. You're correct. This is odd and strange. Especially because you know what I look like and I have not a clue of your appearance. You know curiosity is what killed the cat. My mom used to tell me that one all the time as a kid. Kept me from doing a couple stupid things. Still does. If you think me almost falling off my dock was funny you would have died the two times I actually have taken a tumble right off. Sometimes I forget where I am and the shockingly cold water reminds me. I dance on the dock because I feel it makes me a better dancer. Multiple different obstacles. I figure if I'm able to dance on an uneven and rather wobbly deck and also not end up in the water than I can dance easily on a stage or anywhere for that matter. Star power. Now I will admit that's never been a word someones used to describe me. I like it though. It makes me want to dance harder to live up to that expectation. How old are you? I'm seventeen. I do hope I'm not speaking with an old man with strange intentions. And if so I do intend on finding a new dancing spot as soon as possible.

Sincerely, The River Dancer.

THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE, THE 'BACKSIDE' OF THE LAKE, 1969.

THE 'BACKSIDE' OF THE LAKE was occupied with eleven different houses spread out fairly far away from each other. Neighbours didn't normally see each other or know who lived on the same street as them just because each house was so hidden in tangles of trees and branches. It wasn't like a white picket fence neighbourhood where everyone knows everyone and they wave hello to each other every morning before going to work and visit each other's houses in the afternoon to talk about the gossip going on between a lonely housewife and someones very curious husband.

Along the shore of rocks by the lake sat two boys. One with gelled blonde hair which was pretty well ruined by the falling rain and the other with curly brown locks which were on their way to reaching his shoulders.

Rocks sat in their grasps. They concentrated. The blonde more so than the curly one.

This was his chance to finally get one. A skip. A moment he's been waiting for, for give or take, a month or so.

He recoiled his hand with the image of the rock between his fingers being a frisbee to help him throw better. Once the rock left his grasp he watched to see if it would glide against the water at least once, maybe twice. But alas, it did not. Instead, it cut through the surface without a single jump.

He groaned in frustration.

"Fucking kidding me" the blonde shook his head and rubbed his distraught face.

"You gotta get a flatter rock there bud, who are you kiddin' with that rock" the brunette bent down and began sifting through the sea of rocks for the search of a perfect skipping one.

"I don't know if it's the rock man. I think it's me. We've been trying to do this forever and I still can't get it. You think I would just by chance, not even skill. Like I've thrown so many of them one is bound to land. But none has it's kind of driving me crazy."

"You've got a whole life to skip a rock don't worry about it. Here." He presented him with a rock. "Perfect rock right there," he said as the blonde took it from his clutch and began to get back into the concentration zone he was just in so he could finally achieve what he's wanted for the last few weeks.

He threw it.

Nothing.

Straight through the fucking water.

"Fuck." He felt a slap on the back.

"It's okay buddy you're doin' great practice makes perfect Justin."