we hide the body bag (the dead body is inside it) at the nook at the bottom of the tower. he assures me that this is the way it is done. a sacrifice the island needs.
the island is vast. there's so much green. cliffs. trees. the ocean all around us makes a scary, slapping sound. it is deep. i will not come near it so ---
i climb the tower. the stairwell is narrow and at a point it becomes a ladder. i keep climbing. i've never felt so motivated. it is as if i am being called.
i reach a room. it has a bed, books, a window, a desk, a tape recorder. i listen to the instructions that have been left for me. i use the desk to step up, push open a door in the ceiling. i ease myself up to the tower's highest point.
i will look down and survey the island. this vast, tough, indomitable island.
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