A reading of the waters

by AJ Stockwell

Part Two: A reading of the waters

In the water she sees a hand reach up to her. Visibility; strange in the brackish water. Foreign fingertips pale and solid, more than bone but less than a body, stretch up. 

She is calm in all of this, sips from a tall bottle filled from the fountain and watches. 

They say the calcium builds up, builds the bones, fills the body and weighs you down. Down to the forest, gripped amongst the piles.

She smiles, sips again, her skin sticky and sweet calls out to the restless. Forever shifting, Serenissima.