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There's a scent of sex as she glides down the steps towards me. Creamy silk flows around her curves and glistens in neon light. The night is banished by illuminated towers surrounding us and a crowd echoes somewhere out of sight. She stands before me elegant and wistful before breaking the mood with a short sly smile. 'I am late' she says, 'we must hurry.'
Another Time
We lay in a field, our armour broken. Chainmail painted with rust and blood. The cloaked man goes round each one of us to bleed us back to health. Some speak of defeat and the impossibility of our kind surviving. I rub my brow with a clenched fist to try and clear my vision. We're in a large white tent. The flaps are pulled back revealing lush grass bathing in a fiery sun. The cloaked man approaches me with a dull grey dagger and soiled hands. I tell him I'm scarred enough and need to return to battle. He nods then moves on.
Peeper
Deep dark blue gave the room its ghostly hue. I strolled across soft thick carpet towards a window. The curtains were pulled back and the window was open. A distant moon lit the vague relief outside. There was maybe a tint of yellow, I can't quite remember. A white lotus slowly curved from left to right growing and mutating as it approached. Growing closer I could see a face at its centre. Black hair pushing from the scalp flowing like waves. Dead eyes and purple lips. The lotus petals were now an ever expanding robe of white, the face stone cold ash and void of expression. A voice crossed my mind asking if I could see the drowned. I did not
Stearing the drift
It was small raft made of logs and wrapped in twine. There were maybe three or four of us onboard. I was sitting at the edge moving forward as a stranger with a long pole motored our mouvement. There were floating huts with thatched roofs in the near distance. As we approached they appeared to be snack bars. People sat round them on benches with their feet in the water. We pushed past the first couple then stopped at one considerably larger than the others. I maintained a slight bend in the knees to keep balance as I shifted from the raft to the man made island. The other rafters did the same and we sat, ordered drinks then took long deep bre
The Inquisitor
First came a voice with questions. Then from black to haze to the view of a face nearly too close for comfort I could see him. Short back and sides hair, dark and well kept, maybe even freshly cut, his questions were technical and pinpointed my methods. Each brief answer I gave was followed by another brief question from him. He appeared satisfied with my replies and concluded his questioning by saying: 'They won't be able to catch you.'
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