By Madison Date: 4 October 1999
The air is hot - dry and rising up above the crusting leaves it almost stirs to dapple greys across her skin and shadows on the footpath she engraves. She nears the edge quiet and alert up from the distant woodlands nigh this city of men rabid with desire for only one She lies in wait - hungry as a hunter for his love. M Madison 8 sept 99 copyright © 1999