The Number 8. Joel Arcanjo

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      “He’s never been before, has he?” Becki asked pointing out past the breakers at Asmir.

      “Of course not. I mean…look at that,” Dante chuckled as he watched Asmir paddle furiously but once again miss the wave.

      Annie dropped into his pool and made herself a sand pillow to match Dante’s before adding, “His timing’s all wrong. He waits until the last second before paddling. That works in some places, but not on a break like this.”

      This made Dante look over at her in admiration.

      “You surf?” he asked.

      “A little bit, here and there,” she grinned without looking back at him. He knew what this meant. What she was really saying was, “Yes, I surf and I’m probably a hell of a lot better than you.”

      “Favorite place to surf?” Dante asked.

      “Hawaii, for sure. But I know Becki loves…” She paused, waiting for her friend to end the sentence.

      “Fiji, no doubt,” Becki added.

      This sent each into their own daydream about their perfect wave. The feel of the water underneath them as they paddled their hearts out not knowing whether it would be for nought, the moment they knew they were dropping in, the feeling of being perfectly balanced as they shifted their weight from side to side and the invincibility. That was what dragged Dante back each time. The feeling that nothing, not even Poseidon himself, could stop him from riding this wave until it’s last ripple.

      “Oi, snap out of it, we’re leaving.” Asmir was standing over him dripping water on his face.

      “What happened? Where is everyone?” Dante said, wiping his eyes.

      “Over there, let’s go,” Asmir said and began walking towards the path.

      “Did I fall asleep?”

      “Yeah, mate, look at your hands, you look like an old man!” He laughed as he picked up the pace.

      Dante glanced at his hands and Asmir was right. He’d fallen asleep in the warm water and his hands were evidence. All wrinkled and pale.

      They rounded the corner and Dante saw the rest of the passengers climbing aboard the bus, then spotted that Asmir was heading in a different direction.

      “Az, where you going?”

      “Cut my leg. Mel’s taking me to the local hospital to get it sewn up.”

      “Let’s see.”

      Asmir turned and raised his leg, “It’s just a graze. She’s being dramatic. I think it’s her first tour. She’s being extra careful.”

      It wasn’t just a graze, but it wasn’t severe either.

      “Are you there for the night?”

      “Hell no. I’ll be back at the hostel tonight, save some food for me!”

      With that he turned and hobbled over to a waiting taxi and was gone.

      “Oi, kid, let’s go!” Ben was leaning out the door glaring at him.

      “Coming!

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