Although she fought with herself to keep from imagining animals, a cougar appeared down the beach. It was walking purposefully toward them. Muriel put her hand on Miranda’s arm. She had to hold Miranda still.
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Miranda could see the spider’s web as she walked up to the workshop she’d been constructing. Sunlight was sparkling through some of the drops left on the web from the morning’s heavy dew. She had never seen such an enormous spider.
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Rachel decided to stop reading and set aside the stack of pink pages which made up the Island Poems. She was intrigued by what she had read and she wanted to read the rest of the poems but she was anxious to see what else the old box might contain.
Fog in the pass
changes the sounds,
softens the cries of gulls.
Winter solstice night.
The city’s main intersection dark and silent.
At the centre of the crossroad
a figure stands, turning in place,
a crossing guard?
Great sandstone woman, lying at the entrance to the pass, guarding the rushing waters below.