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Kendra - Chapter 1

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The newspaper headlines grabbed Kendra’s attention.

Shark stomach had human remains at Whalers Beach. Police say there are no suspicious circumstances in the discovery of a human torso in the stomach remains of a shark, found on Whalers Beach last night by visiting backpackers.

The local medical examiner will attempt to determine the identity of the human, although none in the area has been reported missing. Officers assigned to the Mandalay Bay and its surroundings are working closely with the state coroners to determine the identity of the remains, since only the top half of the body has been found. If anyone has information regarding missing persons in the area they are encouraged to report to the local police.

It was a man – not one woman or two women – a man.

However tragic for the poor attacked man, it was not her tragedy. Kendra flipped to the local weather report on the inside page and caught the Newsagent's owner stabbing a suspicious look her way.

She memorized the prediction and closed the newspaper, tapping it neatly into place on the stack.

- Can I help you find what you’re looking for?

the man asked her.

She caught her metal crutch pole on the edge of the shelving and hopped slightly to balance herself.

- Just deciding what to read.

She smiled as she steadied herself and knew she was pushing her luck with this bulldog of a man who had caught her too many times reading great chunks of things without paying.

She limped over to another section of the shop and picked up small reel of fishing line and a pack of golden swivels, cupping them in one palm while her hands gripped the poles aiding her balance while she shuffled to the man behind the counter.

- Actually, I need these.

She smiled as she paid for the fishing items while pocketing a handful of sinkers.

The coins she used fell out of a small leather purse and left sand and crunchy metal shavings on the newsagent’s counter.

The man shot a glance at the Kendra when she moved her hand across the top to scrape the debris away.

- Keep the change.

She smiled at him and shuffled out of the door knowing that the dirt she’d left behind and the limping of her weak legs meant that he was disgusted by her and was no longer looking at her as she snuck a newspaper under her arm and held it against her body, balancing it alongside her crutches.

Kendra grappled onto the walkway that led to the picnic section of the esplanade.

People stepped off the footpath to avoid her limping, her swaying, her unnatural movements. They lowered their eyes when she passed in her dark clothing. Her stumbling and look of helplessness meant that most of the town’s folk left her alone without feeling the need to ask if she needed help.

It was an age old trick that Kendra’s ancestors had used to pass unnoticed amongst land-dwellers. After a day of hiding in the shadows Kendra felt secure in the bright lights of the fair flashed, casting shadows on faces as they smiled right past her as she made her way to the old aquarium.

The crumbling giant concrete Poseidon statue watched over the entrance, his trident long ago broken into a single pole protruding from his massive fist. Rugged fencing and underwater glass cages used to keep dolphins, seals, penguins and even sharks in concrete caves for humans observe. They could be looked at during the day from the safety of the shoreline or fed by hand by humans who perhaps needed more protection than any of them.

Years ago the crowds stopped coming and the dolphins were either released or transported to the bigger underwater observatory beyond the Harbour.

Kendra found her footing carefully on corroded white bricks behind the concrete cage. She looked to the shoreline – a group of skateboarding boys skidded around the gravel of the old car park.

No one could see Kendra lower herself through a break in the wall. She placed her crutches under the cracks of a shallow rock pool. She undressed, rolled her clothes into a plastic shopping bag and stepped carefully toward the other side of the room that used to be a small storage space for feeding the marine animals.

She pushed the weight of her body, balancing on her stumbling, slender legs and slippery feet as she inched forward.

Kendra slipped naked through the gap clutching the bag as she grabbed onto the white painted rocks of the aquarium’s narrow ledge.

Inching towards the lapping tide her too-supple feet lost their grip and balance and she stumbled and fell forward, breaking the fall with her shoulder.

Her hair draped over the bag as she stood up, looked around and jumped into the deeper pool below her. Only the night air looked down at her.

No one disturbed her body’s transmutation as she was swallowed up by the water.

Kendra

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