Annie rose up from behind the sofa like a white
ghost dressed in a nurses uniform and cap. It was the tide, his father had
tried to explain, but he had always known it was the piling. They were giving
you pain, and you could only move them a little, but you were moving them. The
walls were rock, carelessly chinked - they looked like a childs drawing of rock
walls.
Annie rose up from behind the
sofa like a white ghost dressed in a nurses uniform and cap.
It was the tide, his father had tried to explain, but he had always known it was the piling.
They were giving you pain, and you could only move them a little, but you were moving them.
The walls were rock, carelessly chinked - they looked like a childs drawing of rock walls.
It was the tide, his father had tried to explain, but he had always known it was the piling.
They were giving you pain, and you could only move them a little, but you were moving them.
The walls were rock, carelessly chinked - they looked like a childs drawing of rock walls.