"Oh, really!" she exclaimed
contemptuously. "So slow, and now ... here!"
She thrust the camera at me, stepping
forward. I recoiled. She lurched, gasped. As she floated down, her coat
billowing eagle-like about her, a wail spiralled up, faded - and died.
Far below on the river a green hat
eddied, then sank.
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