Mist and Shore
Notes/Disclaimer: I really liked the film Young Adam. If anyone has seen it- though I doubt anyone has- please tell me what you thought of this.
Backed turned, his eyes drifted down the edge of the shore. The barge behind him, air sharp and gray, and as if through thick glass, the muffled sound of metal crunching metal as it is dumped to the ground. Not 20 yards away from him, Ella had finished pinning their undergarments, and had gone inside. His eyes followed her bone-like body into the barge, and at last lingered on the cold wet clothes moving slightly in the wind. There was her son's undershirt, and Ella's stockings, and Joe's knickers, the latter of which was the only thing that had been removed yesterday in Joe's scramble to get inside her. Today the mist passed through it, and the longer Joe looked at it, the more the callous chill penetrated his sweater, until he was forced to wrap his arms around his torso and hunch his shoulders into himself.
Joe turned around and met the stationary barge, and the dingy canal past it, the water rolling away like rocks.
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