Dreams of Another World II (The Retelling of Binn)
A desperate, throaty 'cawing' broke the quiet stillness...no, actually strangled it, as a flock of seagulls whipped themselves up into a crazed frenzy. Binn's dim silhouette was huddled under the tungsten lamps of the pier, casting furtive glances this way and that, glomming for the mere mention of her imminent arrival. It had indeed become a chaste attempt at exoneration.
Similarly, a reactive counterbalance to all the goings-on was being displayed for all and sundry, not by happenstance but, by chance and...an ill-fated one at that. For, the silvery-haired girl, comb in pocket, gum being channeled about between the lateral incisor and first bicuspid, stood with an identical body stance:
(huddled)
"Damn it!" I ____, kicking at the gravel, shooing a rock or three into the canal, "she said she'd come."
Dreams of Another World II (The Retelling of Binn)
A desperate, throaty 'cawing' broke the quiet stillness...no, actually strangled it, as a flock of seagulls whipped themselves up into a crazed frenzy. Binn's dim silhouette was huddled under the tungsten lamps of the pier, casting furtive glances this way and that, glomming for the mere mention of her imminent arrival. It had indeed become a chaste attempt at exoneration.
Similarly, a reactive counterbalance to all the goings-on was being displayed for all and sundry, not by happenstance but, by chance and...an ill-fated one at that. For, the silvery-haired girl, comb in pocket, gum being channeled about between the lateral incisor and first bicuspid, stood with an identical body stance:
(huddled)
"Damn it!" I ____, kicking at the gravel, shooing a rock or three into the canal, "she said she'd come."