Hello Everybody, welcome to another Friday. I’m up early this morning trying to catch the thoughts that keep escaping and file them away under ‘May Be Useful’. There’s tea and biscuits over on the table (not homemade but we will make do with shop-bought – they are chocolate.) Do help yourself and we’ll look in on the little houses…
Did your mother ever tell you to stop playing silly beggars, it’ll end in tears? Well, she may have had a point…
Living on the Edge 168; One Good Tern…
“Do you know who I am? Release me! Release me, I say, you brute! ” yelled Morten who was stretched to breaking point and beginning to lose his grip. He could feel the air rushing at and beneath his foundations. This was serious.
The others were in no mood to intervene. They had, long ago, grown tired of Morten and his need to over-dramatise everything. And so to hear him shouting again neither surprised nor stirred them into action. They simply hadn’t the energy for another wild goose chase and looked straight ahead into the distance ignoring Morten and his latest stunt.
But, for once, it was a case of the boy who cried wolf I’m afraid. There was a sharp pop, like a cork being pulled from a bottle, and Morten was borne away forever on the wings of a giant bird… xxx