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| Pixel Dreams |
She was
overdressed to be a camper, he thought. She wore an elegant jacket in teal with
matching shirt and pants, high heel black boots and dark leather gloves. And
yet there she sat, at the edge of the shore. Her eyes were lost in an invisible
horizon covered by the thick fog.
“Have you
been here often?”
She didn’t
reply. She just sat there, motionless.
“Are you on
vacation?”
She
shivered slightly and pointed.
He couldn’t
see anything.
“What is
it?”
She stood
up.
Something
trickled in the water, but he couldn’t quite make out what it was. When he
turned towards her, she was gone. He got his face close to the surface, trying
to understand.
“Is that…?”
He crawled
backwards in horror towards the tent and sat where she was before. It was her
in the river, mouth open in a cry for help, the woman who had been sitting by
the tent.
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