15th June, 1894 — Water's Edge Pen

Marlena never panicked in the face of bones, living or otherwise, but she took several steps backwards and narrowed her eyes. She hadn’t imagined that, surely?

Were they supposed to move? She didn’t recall anything of the sort but it couldn’t just be the shadows down here that made it seem as though the hippopotamus had looked at her and Lena looked around for someone, anyone who might be able to help.

“Lottie!” She called out, gesturing for the other woman to join her. “Look there,” she pointed, positioning her old schoolmate by way of greeting. “Can you see it?”

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Perhaps Lottie ought not to have come because every time she looked at the assembled creatures they looked increasingly foreboding, their bones yellowing, crumbling. And was it her imagination or were the small crocodile things looking as if she’d be a tasty snack to them? Perhaps the fair folk thought she’d be a good sacrifice?

A familiar voice from the past called her and Lottie followed Lena’s directions as she crossed closer. It wasn’t just the crocodiles, now the hippo looked positively starving. “Do you think he’ll charge?” Lottie asked, her voice devoid of any panic, only curiosity.

  

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