Floaters
Descending beside the moss-covered wall, the slippery stone steps disappeared into the water, like an invitation to a drowning.
A crescent moon broke through the overcast and, for a minute, the river, the opposite embankment, the misty arc of the Vauxhall Bridge glowed like a luminous monochromatic painting. Then the moon retreated, plunging the river back into darkness.
“Now what?” Foley asked. He’d insisted on accompanying Will on his quest to capture a floater. Though Will would never admit it, he was glad of the company. It’d be nice to have someone pull the bogle off if one managed to get on top of you.
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