Frozen ice crystals drifting down in syncopated rhythm, dropping silently, stacking one upon another on the frozen earth: some have landed on my eyelashes, nose and tongue, delighting me with bursts of tingling joy. Wondering if I should displace the carefully random flakes of snow, I allow myself to fall.
“Fortify yerself with this, lad!” Shaking with cold and fear, choking on the questionable brew, he was completely off guard when a rogue wave washed over the ship, carrying him with it into the briny deep. “Perhaps Mother was right,” he thought ”the sea was a poor career choice, indeed.”
Naked, she bathed in the river. He walked toward her. “Turn away, pervert!”, she hissed, covering herself. “You know, snakes swim in this river,” he said a smile on his lips. “You’re trying to scare me!” “I’m trying to save you!” Why do I feel safer here? She thought.
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