Here is line 10 on page 100 - 'In the Labyrinth', by Alain Robbe-Grillet (translated by Christine Brook-Rose) Calder Publications, 2000, then followed on a little by me:
marks made before him. His boot is a little larger but
only when he stood still and examined the outline of the print in the sand before him did he become aware that perha…
Here is line 10 on page 100 - 'In the Labyrinth', by Alain Robbe-Grillet (translated by Christine Brook-Rose) Calder Publications, 2000, then followed on a little by me:
marks made before him. His boot is a little larger but
only when he stood still and examined the outline of the print in the sand before him did he become aware that perhaps he was not alone. Grey. Steel grey. The horizon line a razor blade's edge, slicing the sky away from the sea. The tide was pulling back, as it had always done; over days, weeks, months, years. Even centuries. In pulling back, the low water line revealed the jagged outline of the reef, its raised backbone like a reptile's back, dark against the horizon, and the quick slow movement of a figure, human, stepping, hesitating inland towards the shore.
I love this, Julius! What an intriguing start to a story – I can picture the scene you’ve set and now I’m wondering who was there and why they’ve left so mysteriously. Thanks for sharing!
Here is line 10 on page 100 - 'In the Labyrinth', by Alain Robbe-Grillet (translated by Christine Brook-Rose) Calder Publications, 2000, then followed on a little by me:
marks made before him. His boot is a little larger but
only when he stood still and examined the outline of the print in the sand before him did he become aware that perhaps he was not alone. Grey. Steel grey. The horizon line a razor blade's edge, slicing the sky away from the sea. The tide was pulling back, as it had always done; over days, weeks, months, years. Even centuries. In pulling back, the low water line revealed the jagged outline of the reef, its raised backbone like a reptile's back, dark against the horizon, and the quick slow movement of a figure, human, stepping, hesitating inland towards the shore.
I love this, Julius! What an intriguing start to a story – I can picture the scene you’ve set and now I’m wondering who was there and why they’ve left so mysteriously. Thanks for sharing!