…I had expected to drift off into nothing, so you can imagine my surprise when it turned out that the afterlife would turn out to be an experience that, whilst not the Hell the door knocking Christians assured me I was destined for, was never the less turning out to be a pretty awful state of affairs.
As I lay on the floor I think of her again, the face of a woman both kind and gentle and she reminds me that it is good to be brave, but it is also good to be careful and that if you are careful then you will not get into situations that require you to be brave.
Wholly inappropriate. I think you’ll like it.
The more she spoke the more I found myself growing impatient, she seemed intent on labouring the point and my concern was for Plumduff and O’Rourke and not for the dramatics she quite obviously enjoyed
Go on, I know you want one….And yes, that is how you spell it. Fflint…
As we left the hustle of the main through fare behind and headed back to the office my mind turned to Plumduff and O’Rourke. It had been hours now since they disappeared into the portal behind Thrumhall and I felt helpless to do anything about it.
And no work tomorrow because it’s a bank holiday here in England. Get in!!!
Its actually looking like I might finish this…who’d have thought.
“Keep an eye on her Armitage” Plumduff said as O’Rourke laid Eldin on the bed. “She’s going to be a little feisty when she wakes up I expect. Elizabeth, give the boy a hand will you.”
Been a few days without one. Let’s remedy that shall we.
Just because I can…
For the second time I found myself back in Plumduff’s office wondering whether I might be able to get a new pair of shoes. McCann handed me a drink and Plumduff paced back and force behind her desk.
Why not I say!
Compton’s office was somewhat bigger than Plumduff’s, lined on two opposite sides with similar creaking bookshelves. If lacked the ornate fireplace of Margaret’s and on the walls not covered with books were displayed a collection of thick framed maps and sketches which I took to be some sort of representation of the In-Between.
Two for the price of none.
Armitage sat motionless as Thrumhall’s men got to their feet, hands on their pistols. McCann stirred and Plumduff put a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s see how this works out” she cautioned.
You must see these coming by now surely
Passing out through the heavy wooden doors they were back on the outskirts of the city Plumduff and Armitage had first visited in search of Periscope. Night had fallen and the streets blazed with neon in pinks, yellows and blues. Stars burned bright in the sky above and twin moons hung heavy in the sky like a pair of watching eyes.
Or did I mean ‘like’? Oh I do get mixed up…
There are points in your life when things become too much and you simply have to insist that enough is enough and you will no longer play along and be buffeted and tossed by the universe. For me, this was one of those moments.
I’ll run out eventually I am sure. But today is not that day!
I missed last week’s prompt because of reasons so nice to be getting back to a Tuesday tanka again. On a Wednesday.
Just a thought to end the day after a few lovely summers days here in the UK.
Why the dickens not eh.
Another Ronovan prompt