The Pool of St Branok Author:Philippa Carr He was heavy. We pulled him across the grass leaving a trail of blook. We had him right to the edge of the pool. I noticed that his eyes were open; he seemed to be staring at me. I thought: I shall never be able to forget him.... — We pushed the body into the pool, but it was shallow and we had to wad in so that we were sure of getting him to the... more » deeper part.
The water was cold. I was shivering. He slipped out of our grasp. For a moment I saw his head with the dark wet hair; the odd pallor of the skin, the open accusing eyes....
"It's a terrible thing to kill a man," I said.« less