Thomas Webb
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Skimmer
The cool early spring night was nearly over. The moon had set almost two hours before, and the dark had settled in the velvety corners of a quiet suburban street. The loudest sound was the gentle burbling of the swimming pool pump, which had been started up just a few days before. The water was mostly still on its surface, with small clumps of sodden leaves gently eddying in the darkness from the current below.
By Thomas Webb3 years ago in Fiction