“She comes… I make no sound in my eider-down;”
- Massive Attack
Calf-deep in oozing darkness, her fingers fumbled with the box, shaking one match after another into her hand. The persistent drip drip dripping sound smacked at her nerves as she struggled to ignore the shapeless movement below the water’s surface; against her skin.
“Come on….” Finally – a match lit. She blinked into the light. It was comforting and homely. She smiled.
Then she held it out and looked around her.
Oooo, empty suburban scenes. Right up my alley!
Not quite suburban though – Johnston St, Collingwood!