Eclipsed
“If I make it out of here Mike,
our friendship is over!”
Winny gritted her teeth and pulled
herself further up the hill.
She reached for the next sapling,
sandals slipping on the dried grass pulling her back down and tearing
off another glittering fingernail. She cradled her hand under her
body for a few minutes while the pain receded and pressed her face
into the grass. The scent of dust and rotting plant tickled at her
nose and throat. She listened a little longer to the insects chirring
around her.
“Ew, ants!” She sat up abruptly
and brushed away the offending bugs. “Did I mention I hate you
Mike. I told you and told you. I. Don’t. Do. Nature.”
Winny reached for another sturdier
sapling. “But Oh no, you wouldn’t listen. Dress for the outdoors
Win. Sure outdoors by the pool, outdoors at a party on a nice grassy
lawn.” She pressed her back to the upper side of a tree trunk and
tried her phone again. “Not even emergency calls? Really? How can
there be no signal on the side of a mountain?” she clicked a
selfie. “No one will believe it’s me in a forest”
The terrain levelled out for a few
meters before the next incline. Winny pressed her hands to her knees
and caught her breath. The bird calls and insects quieted as the heat
rose. Sweat wreaked havoc on her carefully applied makeup. Another
nail broke off and she stuck it in the bark. Tears sent dark runnels
down her cheeks. “Maybe I can use the nails as signposts to find my
way back?” she wiped the back of her wrist across her face and
stared at the dark streak. “I should have worn my super dry
mascara, didn’t know I would need it, did I? Damn you Mike.” Her
voice turned to a sneer, “I know this great place to see the
eclipse, I know the way, I don’t need directions, the GPS doesn’t
work out this far – and look where it got us Mr. Control freak.
Ow!” sucking on yet another nail she bent to pick up the glittering
painfully ripped off expensive acrylic and wedged it in the tree
back. “Here’s me climbing a mountain in my catwalk shoes and
designer silks, and you unconscious in the care of a mad man at the
bottom of the hill. The limp seemed real but he moved awfully fast
for a wounded man. Shit!” The designer sandal strap snapped. Winny
squatted neatly in her pencil skirt to inspect the damage. “The
other will go too.” She sat elegantly on a log and rolled down her
pantyhose. Ripping with her teeth to start a tear she slid her
sandals back on and tied the nylon around and around ending in neat
bows on both. “Rustic but elegant” she smiled and patted the
bows. She began to swing her legs over yet another log, holding her
skirt against her bottom and rolling into a standing position. “Oh
this is ridiculous, I will never make it back by sunset.” She began
to tug at the seam of her skirt but it held firm, as a well-made
garment should. “Sorry Nan, only you and I know the truth. A shop
bought one would tear easier.” Clenching her jaw she gave a mighty
tug and the seam gave way, allowing her legs to move freely. “That’s
better. I don’t know why I ever decided to date you Mike.” She
stepped around a huge tree, avoided some nasty brambles and grabbed
the trunk of a smaller tree to haul herself up the next bit of hill,
“We were good as just friends, sort of, but we’ve both changed
since we were kids.” The next fallen tree was easier to leap over.
“You owe me a new skirt.”
The climb grew steeper; the sun rode
relentlessly to its peak, the moon hovering close in the clear blue
sky. “This sun is giving me freckles, I can feel them forming. I
should’ve put on my SPF50+ foundation. Damn it!.”
Winny’s breathing grew laboured
and her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. “I need a breath
mint, or water. Water would be good.” Her monologue slid between
cracked lips. She held her phone up to the hot blue sky like a
benediction. “Or a couple of bars, so I can call for help? No?
Water then, that’d be good.” A sound she had been hearing but not
listening to, tugged at her awareness. “A water feature out here?”
Changing direction brought her to a trickle squeezing out of a crack
in an enormous rock and dripping into a tiny pool before soaking back
into the earth. She ignored the floating bits and scooped up a palm
full of chilly refreshing water. “There are no bugs, there are no
bugs, just close my eyes and drink.” She washed her face and
reluctantly wet her hair then took a deep breath.
“Just keep moving, just keep
moving, Mike is counting on me and the old man seemed desperate for
his pet. I can do this.” She waved her phone around like a baton to
emphasise her points, “He could’ve just asked, I would’ve gone
to get his pet if he just asked but he had to go and hurt Mike and
then make that threat.” She slapped her phone into the palm of her
hand, “Stop it Win, no use crying about it. What was that?”
Standing still she listened for the sound again, “Did I actually
hear some –“ her heart rate ratcheted up as a snake slithered
through a sandy patch close to her feet. A tiny moan full of fear and
tears escaped her. Adrenaline flooded her muscles but she forced
herself to back slowly away from the serpent before stumble running
further up the hill as fast as her legs would carry her.
The line where the trees ended and
the cliffs began finally came in sight. Winny spotted the cabin where
the old man had said it would be. A rough path of shale and rocks
made walking difficult in her damaged sandals but she stuck her arms
out to the sides and managed to stay upright. “Well those dance
lessons were good for something.”
Winny smoothed her skirt, brushed a
few twigs from her hair and lifted her hand to open the door but
froze at voices coming from inside.
“When the bastard comes back, I’ll
take him out for this. He’s wounded so he can’t be far.” The
voice squeezing through a nasal blockage had an edge of revenge in
it.
“Our orders are to bring him back
in one piece.” This was not a voice to argue with.
Winny stepped back and bumped into
something immovable.
“You lost Miss?”
Winny looked up over her shoulder
and up again into the face of the uniformed bulk behind her. He held
a gun almost as big. He dropped the end of his cigarette and crushed
it slowly into the dirt.
“Easy to get lost in these parts;
can’t be too careful out here.”
She squeaked as the bulk reached
around her to open the door.
“Visitor boys.” An enormous hand
guided her into the shaded room.
Another man in uniform also carrying
a gun leaned close enough for her to smell cloves. His was the
inarguable voice.
“You’ve lost a caterpillar
honey.” He pointed a gnarled finger at her face and Winny
frantically explored her cheeks and forehead.”
“Nooooo.” she patted her
clothing and futilely searched the floor. “Nooooo, I just had them
done. A week they said. One day is not a week. I am going to demand
my money back...”
“Who sent you?”
A dagger of fear danced down Winny’s
spine. Gasping like a goldfish on a bench, Winny tried to fill her
lungs with a calming breath. Trembling ran along all her limbs and
her extremities held no warmth in spite of the sunburn inducing heat
of the day.
“Speak up or I’ll find a nice
little cliff to drop you over.” The flat nose of the nasal voice
hung on a too small head above an over muscled body. Same uniform,
more guns.
She waved her phone around, noticing
the number of weapons adorning the three very large men in uniforms,
and one other door.
Winny gripped her phone and felt
crazy calm slip over her.
“No reception up here either? This
is sooo unacceptable.”
Winny lifted the corners of her
mouth into her most engaging smile. She knew it was engaging because
all the feedback was positive, well most was but who cares about
haters and trolls right? She directed the smile at the man with the
voice of authority.
“I am so lost and it would be just
great if you could point out where the car park is. You are rangers,
right? You look like park rangers. Can you help me?”
The man looked her up and down in
the slow way the other man had crushed his cigarette.
“The fluttering eye thing probably
works better when you have two caterpillars sweet heart.” The bulky
man pointed out.
Winny blushed and cupped her
remaining eyelash in her hand.
The man chuckled, it sounded like
rocks rattling in a sack.
Winny took a selfie and squealed.
“Oh no! I’m a mess, can I use your bathroom?”
She ducked through the other door
without waiting for a reply and locked it behind her. She turned on
the rusty tap over a cracked yellow hand basin and watched brown
sludge gurgle and slop down the drain.
“What am I going to do? I’m so
scared and those guys look seriously dangerous. I am never going to
speak to you again Mike. Maybe I won’t get the chance? I’ll never
laugh at you waving your arms around like your Nonna when you get
mad, never get to argue with you over which movie we watch, never…oh
get a grip Win, what if’s won’t get me out of this place.”
“Out here girl, we want to ask you
a few things.”
Win noticed a basket in the corner.
A hum came from inside it.
“The pet?” She squatted,
reaching to open the basket but pulled back at sudden pounding on the
door.
“Get out here now or we’ll break
down the door and drag you out.”
Winny grabbed the basket and climbed
onto the hand basin, squeezing her hips through the tiny window,
dropped the basket then lowered herself to the ground. Grabbing the
basket handle she sprinted for the trees, slipped on a rock, slid
down the embankment, hit a tree, levered herself around it, tumbled
into a prickly shrub, tore her last nail off, and ran. The nylon
unravelled and she lost her sandals. Heart pounding, mouth dry,
breath rasping from her lungs, feet full of thorns she barely felt as
she ran with the eerily soft tread of three large deadly pursuers
close behind.
“Give us that basket!”
The bellow pushed her. A nail shaped
glint in the bark of a tree guided her adrenaline fuelled brain which
way to go.
“Stop, girl. You don’t know what
you’re dealing with.”
She pivoted around a sapling,
narrowly avoided a grasping hand. A leap over a fallen tree gave her
a tiny advantage .
Something weird was happening to
the light but she barely noticed it in her headlong flight, with pain
in her sides, fire in her thighs, slipping and skidding downhill.
“Stop!” the inarguable voice
threw a command at her. She ignored it.
Another gleam of a nail in the grass
led her on; a trail guiding her.
The basket thumped heavily against
her hip. No further noise had issued from it.
The easier going of a track gave
her an energy boost. She sprinted.
The wounded man stepped into her
path.
He lifted a large and very solid
branch and swung it. She ducked under his arm.
Thwack! The sound of timber hitting
flesh and the heavy thud of a body landing sounded behind her.
Her long legs found a stride and she
pumped them for distance.
“Win?”
She almost missed the sound.
“Win!”
Skidding to a halt, she dropped the
basket, gripping her knees to stop herself falling. Her stomach made
nasty threats. Her lungs protested. Sweat sluiced her camisole. The
trembling returned to her legs and arms. Head hanging low behind a
leaf festooned curtain of sweat clumped hair, she squinted into the
gloomy light.
“Down here.”
He was under a shelter of woven
bushes with a bandaged head and a makeshift pillow of leaves and
grass. Winny dropped.
“I don’t think I can ever get up
again.”
Limping footsteps approached.
“Oh God will he hurt us now?”
She managed a defensive crouch in
front of Mike.
“I don’t know what good I can
do, but I’ll try.”
“That’s the scrapper I
remember.” Mike’s voice cracked.
“Don’t start Mike; I’m not
that girl anymore.”
Wounded man held up his free hand.
“I won’t hurt you girl, I’ve
risked everything and I need your help, again.”
Winny managed to stand.
“Why should I help you again? You
put us in danger.”
“You were never in any real danger
but I will be when those three wake up. I need you to keep this. ”
He nudged the basket gently.
“The car park is about ten
minutes’ walk that way.”
He pointed in a direction about 45
degrees south of where they had been heading.
“If you go now, you can watch
that eclipse you were so set on.”
He looked up at the sky and back at
Winny.
“I’m going away for a long time
because of that.” He indicated the basket with a jut of his chin
then smiled, “and it needs someone gutsy to look after it. You’ll
be perfect; you’ve a good heart and courage. You’ll need both.”
He nudged the basket almost
tenderly, then turned back in the direction he had come from.
Winny helped Mike stand up. He
gripped his head. She began to walk away, her arm firm around his
ribs. She looked back at the basket.
“Did that just move?”
“Just leave it Win. It’s not out
problem.”
“It moved. I can’t let a thing
just die in a basket in the forest.”
She ran back to the basket.
Something was definitely moving. She grabbed the handle.
The light slipped away as they
reached the car.
Winny glanced in the mirror at the
basket secured in the back seat then carefully peeled off her
remaining eyelash.
“Do you think they will come
looking for me?”
“Win, I think you should take
whatever that thing is to a zoo.”
“I’ll drop you at Emergency.”
Mike slammed the door harder than
necessary. She didn’t look back.
A line of sunlight rushed toward the
car, rolling back the almost night.
“The eclipse really was pretty.”
