"Its shell tips to the side and it is only the suction of its wet foot that keeps it steady along the inside of my thigh. I almost let it complete its journey. My heart is pounding as the snail makes the slight transition from flesh to cotton. If I didn't have knickers on it would be there on my skin. My finger darts out to catch it. When it has climbed onto my hand there is a shining line to point out where it has been."
- from Steeplechase by Krissy Kneen
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