100 Themes - 96 to 10096. In the Storm
'What are you doing?'
She had to raise her voice above the storm, and even then it was whipped away from her and sent screaming with the wind and rain across the mountainside, and she could see Id straining to hear her, watching her lips in the light of the torch.
'I just need '
He was grunting with the effort, almost unable to speak, bent down over the scattered glacial boulders and reaching out a hand.
'Need to grab her '
The sheep was panicked, very still, staring up in the electric light with eyes that showed the whites. She must have been stuck between the rocks all day, and Idwal had told his father over and over that it was a mistake to leave them up in this field, in the place where the giant had let loose her apron of boulders onto the ground. Id would risk his own life trying to birth this sheep from the crevice between the rocks.
97. Safety First
'You can't,' she screamed into the wind, screaming so that her voice would be heard, not becau
100 Themes - 91 to 9591. Drowning
Could something really happen so swiftly?
She was sitting, damp-fleshed, on a rock warmed by the sun. She was watching Id as he moved tentatively along the edge of the shingle bank in the middle of the small lagoon. She heard a strangled cry a sheep desperate for its lamb, perhaps. It was that time That time when the lambs were taken away
She turned her head towards that sound and simultaneously she heard the deep splash of Id's plunge into the water, and she ignored it, and kept looking towards the gorse and the low, wind-scoured rowans for the piteous sheep. And then an inner voice whispered to her. Too long Id, too long silent And she turned her head and saw nothing and then the pale image, like a ghost, like Ophelia in the depths, of skin rendered blue by water-filtered sun, unreal and unmoving, skimming the silt at the bottom of the pool and without thinking, she made her own plunge into the depths.
92. All Th