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And in that instant he knew he was completely
alone amongst the reeds.

   But he had given himself up to the irresistible
kiss. Physically and mentally he found her
irresistible. Her strong embrace dipped him like a
Latin lover, a last tango. He flinched and
shuddered as he tried to gulp down the impossibly
long thick column of water. Muscular and fluid, like
a Moray eel, her slick tongue reached down into
his chest. His last sensation was seeing the water
climb the edges of his face; her lips sealed over his
in an open-eyed, foul-tasting kiss that never
ended.
***

   The house was still: suspended.
   High above a sparrowhawk targeted its prey.
   The forms outside were not loud but their
boisterousness lacked reverence. They were
silhouetted and fluted, first by the sunlight and
then by the frosted glass of the front door.
Through the glass they resembled bizarre ant-like
aliens. Their limbs and torsos were drawn and
blown like glass: capillary fine in places, beetle
bulbous in others.

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