|
and I frequented. Some of them seemed twisted into unusual poses,
as if they had once been alive and had somehow been frozen into
those agonised poses. I became aware firstly of a deep, rich
odour, the smell of fresh earth after an autumn rain, mixed with
the sharp tang of pine needles, and then I heard Saki's singing
softly:
`We'll wait in stone circles
'till the force comes through,
Lines join in faint discord
As the Stormwatch brews...'
I had been following a couple of yards behind her, and there was
just enough light to see that the back of Saki's skirt had been
dipped in the pond and was clinging to the outline of Saki's hips and
her behind. With nothing else particularly interesting to look at
as I followed her, deep in some mindless trance, I gazed at the
feminine sway of Saki's rear as Saki Aibu stepped lightly along the uneven
track. I began to feel an unfamiliar stirring in the pit of my
stomach, or possibly a bit lower.
Saki Aibu stopped at a clearing a few yards from Saki's cottage. Through a
win
|
