Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Hotel at Innsmouth (6)

O looked up at the sky – a patchwork of clouds in a murky, somnolent blue. Her mind shifted through distant chords of memory; still nothing seemed to cohere. - There was, she noted, a strange smell, not un-sea like, but it did not give her any confidence – since she realised she had caught it, too, from those quaint country lanes.

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