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Returned from a week Penticton on Saturday night. It was hot out there; 42 on day of arrival (a bit lower in the days to follow). Now in many circumstances this might pose a problem, but to someone planning to laze in the shade on a beach while drinking peach smoothies; no problem.
I sat in the shade, close enough to the water for the occasional effortless respite. The motel was mere steps from the lake, so I never bothered to put on my sandals for trips to the beach.
I sat in the shade and read short tales of horror by fantastic authors; Poe, Lovecraft, Shelly, Asimov, Stoker, and the like. The stories were always quite engaging; invoking details and emotions that made the mundane beach-sights around me, with the sunshine and laughing tourists, seem way off-kilter. As if it would be perfectly expected for the whole sunlit scene before me to just tilt steeply and slide out of view. Reading deeply of Lovecraft's twisting, dark spires, darkened alleys, and hints of a hell with it's denizens amok really creeped me out. Murder, monsters, festering secrets, blithe evil, it was all there in various forms in 'Masterpieces of Terror and the Supernatural' Great stuff!
I read some Baudelaire and Nin now and then, to 'cleanse the palate' and help prevent the beach from tilting too steeply.
The tourists, unaware of the threat, were saved by Nin.
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I sat in the shade, close enough to the water for the occasional effortless respite. The motel was mere steps from the lake, so I never bothered to put on my sandals for trips to the beach.
I sat in the shade and read short tales of horror by fantastic authors; Poe, Lovecraft, Shelly, Asimov, Stoker, and the like. The stories were always quite engaging; invoking details and emotions that made the mundane beach-sights around me, with the sunshine and laughing tourists, seem way off-kilter. As if it would be perfectly expected for the whole sunlit scene before me to just tilt steeply and slide out of view. Reading deeply of Lovecraft's twisting, dark spires, darkened alleys, and hints of a hell with it's denizens amok really creeped me out. Murder, monsters, festering secrets, blithe evil, it was all there in various forms in 'Masterpieces of Terror and the Supernatural' Great stuff!
I read some Baudelaire and Nin now and then, to 'cleanse the palate' and help prevent the beach from tilting too steeply.
The tourists, unaware of the threat, were saved by Nin.
e9