Wild Berry Meadow [m] some gin and juice

he slidles up to the dark, splayed figure. the stranger is arachnid and even lying prone he spies the length of his body, his impressive height.

what is not so impressive is the lack of flesh and muscle. his skeleton is easily imagined. he would not survive a week of winter in anaáski.

and what's more, he reeks of something, of rotting, broken-down sugars.

what beachcomber's decadence! the iceman smiles, despite himself. what degenerate cultural refuse has the cat dragged in today?

he nudges at the boy's head with a prying foot.