It was the last weekend of Summer. The sun was beginning to rise. We had been up all night and hadn’t slowed down a bit.
I pulled Sally in a little closer. The Farmer, the Poet and the Magician were all standing in the bed of the truck, pounding its roof to the tune of Cripple Creek. My speed reached about fifty going down the grass covered, unkept road. The Private Property sign never stopped us from visiting this place before and it wasn’t going to stop us this morning.
I removed my arm from behind Sally, then took her hand and put it on the gear shift. I placed my hand over hers and went through the motions.
The faster we went, the louder the laughter. I turned to look at my friends. Their hair blowing in the wind and smiles as big as Boston. We would be headed off to college soon.
I turned quickly to face the front when Sally screamed. The truck careened off into the water. I pushed the door open before we were fully submerged. We all escaped. The current pulled us downward – fast. I bounced off of the concrete steps to a glorious temple. The glow from its cross was too much for my eyes – I covered them. I knew where we were – Atlantis!
“Look, it is real!” I tried to speak to the others but produced nothing but a gurgling noise. I panicked, looking from side to side, now treading through the water, I realized my friends were gone!
“Wake up you big goof! You never could handle these end of summer bashes!” A crowd formed around me. I purposely sunk back down into the jacuzzi to escape all of the jokes.
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