Monday, August 27, 2007

Wide Open

"The boar, meanwhile, took one, deep, shuddering breath and then all its breathing ended".

"Luke put out a tentative hand to feel the texture of the boar's pelt. It was rough, like shredded bark. The flesh underneath was still warm to the touch. He had forgotten how cold he was, and how wet. But it was still cold and it was still raining".