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Half A Tide - a tale for Halloween

‘ “The Mud Larks called me out.” said the Mud Walker. He was huge in the hut.  Black, immense and difficult to see.  He opened his pockets and fetched out a small lantern. He lit it. The light fought against the fog and the night. It burned feebly and cast huge shadows.’

A short story for Halloween - sparked by a chance remark from a former Pompey policeman whose work involved the recovery of bodies. (1980s)

Author Sarah Keen - all rights reserved.

This story may not be reproduced in any format without permission from sarahNet Ltd.

Cover illustration Water-Ocean - dark Monster - rain- Cthulhu-ships - hp-lovecraft-digital

Reproduced by kind permission of the owner.

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"I thought unicorns were more...fluffy". Terry Pratchet - Lords & Ladies

At night, sheltering in rocks, picking over roasted bones and watching their fire send sparks flying up into the heavens,  the cavemen spoke of a Unicorn that has a beard like a goat, the body of a horse or an ox, cloven hooves like an ox,  possibly an ox tail On its forehead is a twisted horn that enables it to escape from all traps. It is a creature of immense strength. An animal like this was described in ancient texts. The King James' Bible translated the hebrew word 're-em' as Unicorn.

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A Glastonbury tale of toads and tors

We walked down the lanes toward our parked car. The tarmac was blistering in the heat - even through our shoes we could feel its warmth, when - out of the corner of my eye - I saw a tiny movement in the lane. A toad was making its way across the road. It walked slowly, taking no notice of anything around it. To help avoid the broiling tarmac it raised two opposite limbs off the road before taking a step, setting each pair down and raising the next as it made its careful way to a cool green woodland that lay opposite. Inadvertently creating an innovative street dance - the animal remained oblivious to its audience.   On reaching the damp banks the toad paused before plunging back into its own world. The creature was an unexpected joy. With perfect timing, without unicorns, elves, angels or dragons, Glastonbury delivered a tiny piece of natural magic.

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