EXTRACT: And when you wash up on shore it will be quiet at last. So very quiet. You can hear your own heart beating and the tide going out, taking the boat and all its water-ghosts with it. Yes, you're stranded all alone- but the sand's still warm as blood, like a blanket. And by the time you notice how far out the water's gone, you won't be thinking about who's drowned. Because by then, the wild dogs of this land will be all around you. And that's the time to smile, my baby. Smile and show your teeth.
Female | Age unspecified | 3 to 5 minutes Starts on page 73
EXTRACT: ..he comes home and says he can't wake up, I don't see the problem with that but I can't ask what's that smell on your skin, like metal and something else, an animal smell, I'm not stupid, we don't talk about work, we just go to bed and rock towards you, circling like the shadows the ceiling fan makes and it just goes round and round and some days I never want to wake up (beat). Sorry.