Monday 25 October 2010

marsh light




He was deep in the fog, and the light that snapped to-and-fro ahead had him hypnotised. He ignored the rising marsh around his feet, the gnawing chill. Yet what he'd believed to be fairy glow was only the deceitful lure of the long-toothed grindylow. And he'd soon know its bite.

5 comments:

  1. I'm curious to know how this one ends
    :)

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  2. In tears. And screaming. Mostly screaming.

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  3. aww. So it is a love story then.

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  4. hah. What can I say. A match made in a marsh!

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  5. Sounds pleasant enough.
    I grew up near a marsh :)

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