Deep And Dark And Dangerous

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Categories: Fiction
Even though I didn't look at the angel, I sensed its blank eyes following me, its hand pointing the way to the lake and the cliff top.
Once I reached the path, I slowed down. The rain had changed to
...a heavy mist, and I could see only about three feet ahead. I didn't want to miss my way and fall off the rocks.
"Emma," I called. "Emma!" There was no answer. Drops of water fell from the pines, gradually soaking my clothes. Now and then, I heard a gull cry, its voice sad and lonely. I was alone in a gray nothingness, no colors, no shapes.
At last, I heard Emma's high, piping voice. "Let's go back. I'm cold." "Scaredy cat," Sissy taunted. "Edith's not afraid of the canoe. Why are you?" I slid down a narrow path to the lake, scattering pebbles. The two of them looked up. Emma was surprised to see me, but Sissy grinned as if she'd been expecting me. Even if I'd wanted to, I couldn't have returned her smile. Now that I knew what she was, I didn't even want to look at her. She seemed as real and solid as ever, but I was scared she'd shed her skin the way I shed my clothes and stand before us in her true form—bones, nothing but bones, topped with a grinning skull and a tuft of hair, dressed in the rags of her bathing suit.
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