The afternoon sizzled. The dandy, uncivil, reached out for the folds of her skirt and her skin. The dazzling stranger swung her chain into his chin. “Look,” she said. “Look,” she screamed. The dizzying stinger caught him square and clean. The afternoon sizzled, more, before mist overtook it. She fled as the heat of the day leaked away, but not before she chiseled a groove that removed evidence of her presence. A grizzled blanket blanked out what footprints could not be brushed smooth in the stubborn clay in the waning day. Rain came after the mist: an assist. The strangled dandy was laid out by the river, covered over by a hastily constructed lean-to but within range of the steady drizzle.
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