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November 18, 2007

Nanowrimo: sweet spot

I could have put a bet on the fact that as soon as I said I wanted to hit 40 000 words before Sunday, something would happen to stop it. Nothing bad, you understand: too many glasses of red wine and the opportunity to watch the film 'Kiss Kiss, Bang Bang'. Anyway. Think I'll catch up today. Feel it in me water, despite cooking the Christmas Cake also, and wanting to go for a run at some point.

Babs has been winded and can’t speak, but she’s got enough in her to turn and run down the path, heading for her cabin. The moon is up behind the clouds, its light spreading behind those sitting over the land and then falling free out to sea, forming a translucent road out to the horizon. The path is solid and dry despite the earlier morning dew, but because of her speed, she slews out of the line she has taken down hill and finds herself slipping on the damp grass to one side. It bowls her over and she skids on to one hip, arm out. Mary is just behind her and manages to connect one foot to Babs’ groin, but there’s no strength to it and she succeeds in is in tripping over and rolling down the hill.

Babs picks herself up, but suffers from a sharp biting pain in one ankle, so ends up limping on towards her cabin and, she thinks, safety.

Mary appears on first sight to have vanished in to the night, but if you let your eyes move from the moon lit sea and allow them to adjust to the shadows, you’ll see her kicking against some of the coast path fencing that still exists and hasn’t fallen down the cliff. She wraps her hands in the stretched sleeves of her cardigan and pulling back in sharp tugs, pulls at the fencing, upending one of the wooden stakes and pulling off the rusted wiring. With the wooden stake in one hand, she then starts to trot along the coast path back up towards the cabins, but taking a darker round- about route.

Posted by scumkitten at November 18, 2007 11:57 AM

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