Lake Swimming

What was it that left him unwilling to swim? Surely he had not forgotten the urgency which had carried him across the lake, instant, unseen, the same carrion sense he had gasped on the return journey, leaning at the front of the ferry with strained, incomplete breaths pulsing, shivering? Cristina then, and Cristina now, her strangling beauty, love like currency or language, and yet he did not feel like swimming for her.

…coming soon

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