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Irgens, Anne

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ExileVolume 4 | Number 2 Article 61958UntitledAnne IrgensDenison UniversityFollow this and additional works at: http://digitalcommons.denison.edu/exilePart of the Creative Writing CommonsThis Article is brought to you for free and open access by the English at Denison Digital Commons. It has been accepted for inclusion in Exile by anauthorized editor of Denison Digital Commons.Recommended CitationIrgens, Anne (1958) "Untitled," Exile: Vol. 4 : No. 2 , Article 6.Available at: http://digitalcommons.denison.edu/exile/vol4/iss2/6BEYOND THE BAUXITE MINESBY BARBARA ANN JuciusBenedicta swung her arms slowly with the gate. Cars sweptby in front of her, and behind her the Caribbean rolled onto theshore at regular intervals. The beach stretched unhampered insmooth crescents from rocky point to rocky point—a stage, she de-cided, set and illuminated for the most memorable drama, but devoidof actors. Benedicta looked out at it fiercely, resting her head onher arms.Suddenly she lifted her head. A sand crab was crawling alongthe edge of the road, ponderously supporting its red and white bodyon disjointed legs. She pushed the gate open and knelt beside thecrab, obstructing its progress.In that moment, two bicycles rounded the corner. Benedictasquinted into the sunshine. In the lead was Grant, the yard boy. Withhim was another, compact, lithe, and heavily bearded. Benedictasurveyed them calmly. She knew that the man with the beard wasnamed Eddy. He worked as a dancer in a nightclub and she'd heardthat he could get as low as twenty inches doing the Limbo in his act."Look Grant, I caught something for your supper." The crabtickled her covering hand.Grant knelt to see what she had captured."He goes to the sea from the mountains," he said, rising andboosting the crab with a hardened toe."And where are you going?" Benedicta stood up, smiling."To the town from the mountains," Eddy said."You must take me with you." Benedicta spoke as though voicinga line from a classic, and faced him solemnly, a little dazed at herown exuberance.With much talk of his responsibility, Grant said she should rideon the back of his bike. Without another word Benedicta perchedherself precariously on the rear fender, and threw her arms wildlyaround him as the bike lurched away over stones. Coasting downthe long road that sloped into town, Grant raised his shoulders, as ifto dislodge a mosquito from his neck. Benedicta became aware ofher arms, and shifted her grip until she held only fists of tan shirt.Page Fourteen Page Fifteen

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