In the Shadow of the Bridge

El closed her eyes and drew into the corner against the rock-clay bank and the rough boards. She could hear water dripping inside the mine shaft, could smell the dankness, feel the cold air being drawn through the cracks between the boards; she could picture Hollie as she had seen her running up the road in her yellow dress, breaking free, running, the yellow dress pressed against her thighs, starlight sliding along her arms and legs, flowing over her long gold hair, white-faced, doe-eyed, and frightened. She opened her eyes and gasped, alarmed by the sounds of a struggle close at hand. They had reached the railroad tracks, and Emmett was blocking the way. There was nowhere for Hollie to run except out onto the bridge.

El inchise ochii si trase in coltul de malul de lut si de scandurile aspre. Auzea apa picurand in interiorul putului minei, simtea mirosul umezelii, simtea aerul rece tras prin crapaturile dintre scanduri; si-o putea imagina pe Hollie asa cum o vazuse alergand pe drum in rochia ei galbena, eliberandu-se, alergand, rochia galbena lipita de coapse, lumina stelelor alunecand de-a lungul bratelor si picioarelor ei, curgand peste parul ei lung auriu, cu fata alba, cu ochi de caprioara si speriat.