unless a copyright notice is included. The bridge was open. Lucy howled as tooth met bone, her arm clamped in the trap of Rhea’s huge canines. On the floor, underneath the sixth row desks, was an ashtray with a small black dot of blood on its blunt round corner. Occasionally the canvas snapped as the wind veered slightly. The bridge was protected on either side by a railing with bannisters placed at wide intervals. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled.
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