101503 #trout Sruky pounds away. Faye sloshes thru. They are becoming closer together. Thru the rivers and canals and liquid streets of shit, Faye can see the cafe where Sruky sits. She can't hear him pounding away yet, of course. All she can hear is the "slish, slosh" of each one of her pert little arrogant steps. God I loved her once.