Summer of '71 Chapter 11

No one believed me. Not John or Keith or Lynette or even Sherri.
"He's pulling our leg," one of them said.
"Yeah, you're just trying to prove what a good actor you are."
"You just want somebody to swim out there and make a fool of himself."
"It's just a log with some moss on it."
"Yeah, or just a turtle or something."

"I tell you it's a body," I said. "I don't know for sure if it's real or not, but that's a body out there."
"Didn't somebody say this would make a perfect place to murder someone when we first checked the place out?" "Well, either it actually happened, or else it's a sick joke set up to scare people who come here to swim."
"Think what you want, but I tell you that's a body out there, and its hands are tied behind its back."

There were these two local kids hanging around our party. One was about 12 and the other maybe 10 or 11. They were constantly asking us questions about who we all were and why we came down here, and could they play volleyball and such. They decided they would go out and investigate my claims about the object floating in the water.

The two boys ran along the banks of the lake until they reached the hill overlooking the part of the lake closest to the body. They picked up a small log and put it into the water and held on to it as they made their way towards the center of the lake.
As they got closer to the object, one of them cried out.
"I think he's right!"
"It sure looks like a body!"

Then they pushed the log into it.

"It's a head!" they cried.
"It's a real human head."
And then they hurried towards the shore.

"What do you think we should do about this?" somebody said.

I don't know what made me speak up, but I did.

"I guess I'll go out there and bring it to shore just to make certain it's real."

Well, I said it, so I guess I'll have to do it.