We rode out to the loch in your dad’s silver merc; you drove. Giggling, laughing, we stripped on the water’s edge letting our clothes fall together. Our eyes stealing shy glimpses of smooth skin. We swam out into the loch, out to the deep water; backstroke, breaststroke, crawl, the icy water like a dead lover’s caress.
In the full moon’s light, your hair and skin glowed like silver, like you were a ghost or a spirit.
You swam towards me and treading water, you kissed me. Your lips tasted of salt water and lip balm.
In the depths, something stirred


First publised in TREMBLING WITH FEAR


Picture Paul Klee SinBad The Sailor

2 thoughts on “THE LOCH NESS MONSTER”

    1. Hi Amanda this is a drabble, 100 words only. So what did happen next is up to you. If you want you can send me 100 words telling me what happens and I’ll post it here


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