Twenty-SevenSkegness, Monday Night
Some fifty yards back from the beach path, Selene stops by a sandy hollow surrounded by grassy hummocks, the moon breaks through the clouds and the moon-shadows of the swaying grass plays across her body, giving her skin the impression of scales, of shimmering snakeskin.
The moon is in its last quarter, but the sky is crystal clear, shimmering bright stars piercing the dark firmament in brilliant specks of cold light so many millions of light years away and the moonlight, silvery queen of the sky is brilliantly intense as the half-moon quivers just above the horizon and silvery lances of light dance across the waves. On the horizon a single ship emerges from the tenebrous darkness to the north and glides across the glistening sea and then disappears int
