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Fishing
by Foxeye
"Her skin was not so numb yet that movement of the water around her knees and calves was undetectable. Just so, the rain clouds made the sky dark, but not entirely black. It was with the slightest of night glows and the barest of touches that she focused. Under the gyrations of the surface were other disturbances. The ripples of the water reflected inky black as well as faint silver/blue. Under the ripples of silver were deeper, subtler, longer gleams of silver. They moved the water. They nosed the surface. They came to dance their fluid silver dance when the sky was dark and the rain brought the pool to life. It was here, at last, that Crescent felt that her name aptly chosen. These dancers were silver slips of a crescent moon that she was named for.
"A quick clench of the jaw. Her butt and back tensed. Hands shot into the water and reemerged holding a thrashing, startled, fish. Crescent flung the fish onto the nearby bank. She had little time to revel, but her hands remembered the slickness and strength of the streamline body."
Posted March 02, 2009, 09:40:03 PM
March 09, 2009, 11:18:35 AM
crescent
"A quick clench of the jaw. Her butt and back tensed. Hands shot into the water and reemerged holding a thrashing, startled, fish. Crescent flung the fish onto the nearby bank. She had little time to revel, but her hands remembered the slickness and strength of the streamline body."
Posted March 02, 2009, 09:40:03 PM
March 09, 2009, 11:18:35 AM
crescent
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