There was something in the water. She gripped the edge of the boat so hard her hands cramped. Below, something stirred among the murk. Something fleet and strange and many-armed….
She tossed a coin into the well, feeling foolish. Then she sat on the edge and covered her face with her hands. Something tapped her on the shoulder. She yelped…
They unfurled a tentacle, blinking their many eyes, and pointed at the brightly coloured rack behind the woman. She gawped a moment, then regained her composure. ‘You’re here for yarn?’…
Someone pushed her from the boat, the sudden plunge into icy blackness muting their laughter. She floundered in the cold and dark, the surface an ever more distant gleam of…