Physique
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The feeling dissipates, the cold passes. The woman's eyes follow yours -- to the piece of notebook paper.
A column of air encircles her, brushing gently on the metallic silver fabric that covers her shoulders and her long, slender arms...
It's moving... The motes under your eyes stand still. Say something.
There is a sound. Something in the reeds, when the wind combs through them. On the inlet, on the little islands there between castaway tyres.
Water flows under the channel bridge -- dark water. You rub your sides for warmth but there is none.
...the wrinkled fingers of an old man crush flower petals. Then sprinkle them in the stream, like white salt.
Inland, above the Martinaise distributary, the channel that brought waste water from the silk mills of Jamrock; and then dead bodies during the War...
Long, spindly arms are spinning the buoy around, turning it, inspecting it like a magic eight-ball, trying to find a way to snap it open...
The wind rises. So do the hairs on your back. Somewhere West, small bubbles rise from a plastic ball floating in the water -- rusty, the colour of over-steeped tea.
Around her -- a drop in atmospheric pressure. Not long from now it will get dark. The rain will come. And the air will start moving faster, circling the box she stands on...
Around her -- a drop in atmospheric pressure. Not long from now it will get dark. And the air will start moving faster, circling the box she stands on...
A free Revachol... There is a low, distant rumble on the motor tract. A great machine, shaking the pillars down south. Electricity runs up your spine.
Where the cold oceanic expanse lies -- and behind it, another world.
Long spindly arms spin the buoy... Oh, but it's all gone now...