The Kalem Society

This page originally published 10/21/2008.

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STEVE (narrating): The figure extends its arm toward me. There’s no weapon that I can see, but I feel as though there were. I’m overcome by a sense of helplessness, like when I was a child and my parents caught me doing something I wasn’t supposed to, and I knew that no matter what I said, punishment was inevitable. I usually feel this way around doctors. I’m not going back to the hospital now, am I?

It takes a step forward into the light and now I can see that it’s a man with a bushy goatee. He wears a deep grimace, like he’s not any happier to see me than I am to see him. He’s bald, with a familiar tattoo patterned across the left side of his head and part of his face.

CREST, OUTER RIM: The Royal Society of Naval Scholarship, Maritime Research, and Historical Reenactment

CREST, INTERIOR: Protecting the Island from the Seas

GEORGE: Don’t worry, I’ll take care of him.

STEVE (narrating): the now familiar figure spoke to someone, not me.

STEVE: ...G-G-George?

NARRATOR: END Chapter 1

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