and her eyes were turquoise depths into which he fell.
‘Come,’ she breathed, caressing his face with her hands.
Gary clambered to his feet, the knapsack falling unheeded to the ground. With shaking hands, he tore the denim jacket off and then the t-shirt, heedlessly ripping it from his body. His jeans, boots and socks followed the rest of his clothing, unceremoniously dumped in a pile next to his discarded knapsack. He stepped out of his boxer shorts and stood naked, his desire for her written in every line of his straining body.
He reached for her, but she darted just out of his reach, stepping back into the pool. She smiled at him and beckoned him to come. Deep in the drug-induced trip, he did not think, did not reason, did not consider the consequences. She alone existed and he was determined to have her. He stepped into the water, relishing the bracing chill upon his now overheated skin.
‘Come,’ she mouthed, stepping even further back into the pool, the water sliding like a caress across her skin.
Gary groaned and moved after her, first ankle deep, then knee, then thigh, until at last, he was swimming out to where she waited for him in the middle of the deep pool.
She smiled at him then, gliding through the water she caressed him, kissing him deeply, winding her arms about him, imprisoning him in her slender, yet iron hard embrace. Gary groaned and writhed against her, frantically trying to embrace her in return, yet at the same time desperately trying to keep his head above water.
‘You want me?’ she breathed.
“God yes,” he coughed, swallowing water.
‘Then take me,’ she smiled, kissing him again, her body now sinking, like a lead weight. Gary thrashed about in her grasp as he felt the cold waters close above his head. He took a desperate breath, but ended up swallowing water. His chest constricted and he struggled for air, but the woman dragged him even further down. Frantically and silently, he pleaded with her, his lungs aching, his eyes bulging. She smiled and shook her head and even as he stared, her face and form changed to something monstrous, something fish-like, something that robbed all desire and all life from him. He opened his mouth to scream and his lungs filled with water, drowning him instantly. The creature that was not a woman smiled an inscrutable smile and relinquishing its hold, darted away to vanish into the depths. Gary’s body drifted for a minute or two and then slowly and quietly settled to the bottom of the pool.
*
Miss Amelia Crane pushed her stick-like legs into her rubber gumboots and with her old cedar cane to support her, took her small woven basket from the laundry to collect the morning eggs from the hens in the fowl run. Outside, the morning was strangely quiet. The wind, such as it was, blew fretfully from the north-west, promising a warm day. Already, the humidity was high and perspiration formed on her brow. Clucking to herself, she walked over to the run and unlocking it, let herself in. Peering into the darkness of each of the nesting boxes, Amelia saw each bird pressed as far back into the corner as they could, feathers ruffled and eyes wide with terror. She called to each of them, yet none moved, they seemed frozen in fear. As she searched each box, she found not a single egg, despite the fact that she owned two dozen birds. Puzzled, she looked around for the rooster. Normally, he had her up at dawn with his crowing, yet even he had gone quiet. Frowning, Amelia Crane suspected a fox, yet she had seen foxes before, and the hens, although frightened had not reacted like this. Peering down at the still soft ground around the hen run, she searched for tracks but found none. Straightening, she locked the gate on the run and went to find the rooster.
Slowly, she circled the house, clucking and calling his name, but she heard nothing. Stopping to rest, she noticed a patch of white and grey snagged in the
‘Come,’ she breathed, caressing his face with her hands.
Gary clambered to his feet, the knapsack falling unheeded to the ground. With shaking hands, he tore the denim jacket off and then the t-shirt, heedlessly ripping it from his body. His jeans, boots and socks followed the rest of his clothing, unceremoniously dumped in a pile next to his discarded knapsack. He stepped out of his boxer shorts and stood naked, his desire for her written in every line of his straining body.
He reached for her, but she darted just out of his reach, stepping back into the pool. She smiled at him and beckoned him to come. Deep in the drug-induced trip, he did not think, did not reason, did not consider the consequences. She alone existed and he was determined to have her. He stepped into the water, relishing the bracing chill upon his now overheated skin.
‘Come,’ she mouthed, stepping even further back into the pool, the water sliding like a caress across her skin.
Gary groaned and moved after her, first ankle deep, then knee, then thigh, until at last, he was swimming out to where she waited for him in the middle of the deep pool.
She smiled at him then, gliding through the water she caressed him, kissing him deeply, winding her arms about him, imprisoning him in her slender, yet iron hard embrace. Gary groaned and writhed against her, frantically trying to embrace her in return, yet at the same time desperately trying to keep his head above water.
‘You want me?’ she breathed.
“God yes,” he coughed, swallowing water.
‘Then take me,’ she smiled, kissing him again, her body now sinking, like a lead weight. Gary thrashed about in her grasp as he felt the cold waters close above his head. He took a desperate breath, but ended up swallowing water. His chest constricted and he struggled for air, but the woman dragged him even further down. Frantically and silently, he pleaded with her, his lungs aching, his eyes bulging. She smiled and shook her head and even as he stared, her face and form changed to something monstrous, something fish-like, something that robbed all desire and all life from him. He opened his mouth to scream and his lungs filled with water, drowning him instantly. The creature that was not a woman smiled an inscrutable smile and relinquishing its hold, darted away to vanish into the depths. Gary’s body drifted for a minute or two and then slowly and quietly settled to the bottom of the pool.
*
Miss Amelia Crane pushed her stick-like legs into her rubber gumboots and with her old cedar cane to support her, took her small woven basket from the laundry to collect the morning eggs from the hens in the fowl run. Outside, the morning was strangely quiet. The wind, such as it was, blew fretfully from the north-west, promising a warm day. Already, the humidity was high and perspiration formed on her brow. Clucking to herself, she walked over to the run and unlocking it, let herself in. Peering into the darkness of each of the nesting boxes, Amelia saw each bird pressed as far back into the corner as they could, feathers ruffled and eyes wide with terror. She called to each of them, yet none moved, they seemed frozen in fear. As she searched each box, she found not a single egg, despite the fact that she owned two dozen birds. Puzzled, she looked around for the rooster. Normally, he had her up at dawn with his crowing, yet even he had gone quiet. Frowning, Amelia Crane suspected a fox, yet she had seen foxes before, and the hens, although frightened had not reacted like this. Peering down at the still soft ground around the hen run, she searched for tracks but found none. Straightening, she locked the gate on the run and went to find the rooster.
Slowly, she circled the house, clucking and calling his name, but she heard nothing. Stopping to rest, she noticed a patch of white and grey snagged in the
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