And, as they looked, the thing in white, seemingly too tall for any human being, slid slowly forward, with a gliding motion.
He had the impression things were sliding past him somehow.
The thing slid down and struck against a box with a solid thump.
With only a slight churning to mark its rise to the surface, the thing slid into view above the dark waters.
The red thing slid away, dissolving onto the air.
Back and forth, like things sliding along a wire, but there.
A thing with spines and a head like a cold sun slid in front of him.
And with Siferra, things had been sliding in the wrong direction for him all year long.
"And you figure because the two of you don't rub smooth she'll let things slide?"
As we all approach the big five-oh, we're nervous that things will slide further downhill.