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Thief

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He hid behind the tar barrel waiting for the sailor to move, time was short but if he went now he would definitely give his position away, so he sat, huddled, waiting.

There seemed to be some discussion about the theft but the facts that Toby could overhear didn’t worry him. They were thin on the ground and they definitely didn’t know he was aboard. The two sailors finally departed, Toby had his chance.

He crawled out from behind the barrel and crossed the deck, making sure to avoid the ropes and the wooden board, that looked as if might squeal and give his position away. He paused by the mast, double checked the last few meters and scrabbled to the ladder. Swiftly he spun around and climbed down, as he got close to the water he gave one last look back to the deck, no one, then slid into the water.

After six or seven strokes he was clear, he had to swim fast, but not make any sound, he kept his body low, deep in the water, taking long strokes praying the morning sun would not reveal him.

Finally he pulled himself up the pebbled beach and ran towards the undergrowth. He felt his pocket, it was still there. He let our a small cry of happiness, smiled and vanished into the olive grove.

Escape

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They pulled off the main road and followed the maze of circular single lanes, desperate to get to the station before the last fumes of diesel burnt off. The yellow light had been glaring at them for the last 30 minutes and the relief was palatable when they saw the red Cepsa sign.

They didn’t have long, Darren jumped out of the car, pulled his hat down to cover his eyes and shouted ‘Full’ at the attendant. Half running, half walking he entered the shop to pay. Moments later he returned to see Andy starring into the middle distance.

‘What? It’s them?’ He said, there was a moment of silence between them, Darren’s heart started to beat ten to the dozen, he followed Andy’s gaze expecting to see a line of Police cars, but he could see nothing of the kind.

‘No…’ Andy said slowly… ‘Look at that fucking sunset… Wow’

Fear will make a mockery of you

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I can’t believe I nearly died

The only way through was to swim, it didn’t look far and what could happen? You hear these stories about people dying in 2ft of water and you end up laughing. You think it could never happen to you, but this was close. I stripped off my clothes wrapped them around the bars and placed them on my head.

The idea was to take a few strokes and see if the weight was too heavy, if it was I could swim back and think of another plan. I set off.

This is fucking easy I laughed as I plunged into the gorge swimming head held high one arm holding the weight to my head one arm pulling myself through the water. But after 10 or 15 strokes I realised I was in the shit.

Touch

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‘I can’t explain it’

‘Well try’

‘It’s like you and the water are united you feel the power of pachamama running through you, everything else stops, you just feel…’ Sophie turned to the mountain standing in front of them, then up to the sky. ‘… I don’t know, you feel alive.’

‘Well that sounds all well and good, but you can feel alive in lots of other ways and not have to spend years rolling around in the mud.’

Sophie turned to her sister and looked at her, frustrated, she had heard all these arguments before, you should do this, you should do that. Initially it had angered her, but she had grown to accept it. However this was her sister and she wanted her to feel, to understand what she was talking about.

‘How many times have you woken up on Monday and felt your head pounding, looked at your alarm clock and feared the week ahead?’

‘Eeeeeerrr… like every Monday.’

‘How many times have you got to Friday and felt a huge sense of relief?’

‘Comon Sophie… get to the point.’

‘Well I don’t have that… ever… Not the Monday/Friday bit, but the sense of anxiety and the huge sense of relief. It doesn’t exist in my life. I just have me and a sense of me.’

Sophie’s sister tool a moment to think.

‘But you worry about some shit. I mean you have to, money for example, you have to have money to eat and you have to eat, or does the land magically provide some spiritual nourishment that replaces the bodily need for food!’ She laughed at her sister and a little at her own joke.

‘Shut up’ Sophie replied playfully. ‘Look of course there are things that I need to survive, I am just saying that the drastic opposites are not healthy, the ups and downs. Everything I experience is much simpler. I have what I have, if I need more I work a way to get it, but I don’t fight with the world or the expectations society places upon us. It’s just nature and me and…’

She paused thinking of the times it literally had been just her and nature, times when she had been very lonely. Then continued. ‘It can be lonely, but you find joy in other living things and this reminds you that you are alive.’

Sophie’s sister smiled a comforting smile, ‘I think I like my iphone too much.’

They both laughed.