Shadows on Water

You stay where you are, your eyes fixed upon the strange glow below. You see figures moving around a fire, perhaps dancing, perhaps just moving. You hear what may be low voices, singing , or perhaps just talking. At times you fancy you hear your own name spoken, but that must be your imagination because you can make out no other words. Though your companions must be very close, the darkness and the silence stretch like oceans around you. The queer little scene enacted below seems oddly close, like an intimite, private shadow theatre. As the chimes continue, as your eyes adjust, you discern more, definitely two female figures, certainly calling your name. Chanting your name and pointing at you.

And then it stops. The glow has gone, the chimes and the chanting have stopped.

Your heart continues to pound. That's probably a good thing, all considered.