Oh hello Everybody, is it Friday again? I think there’s another case of the missing week to investigate. I certainly haven’t seen it… I’m going to have a concerted effort to catch a hold of next week though, and I suggest you do the same, before February starts and we all have to wonder why January, dry, vegan or otherwise, didn’t even bother turning up…
Over on the table there was high drama as I sliced my finger open on a particularly lively new piece of work. Sympathy was scarce though as the little houses were otherwise occupied…
Living on the Edge 167; High Anxiety…
Something was about to happen. Something big. Bronnie could feel it. Earlier that day the sky had divided. A huge split straight down the middle from sky top to horizon. It was a sign. She knew it was and so had clattered away off up to the highest place she knew.
But she was not the only one who had heeded the sign. There were others with the same idea, looking for the epicentre, finding a vantage point, watching the sky. They stood like statues. Waiting, watching and waiting some more.
I’d like to tell you the punchline, to let you in on the secret and put your mind at rest. But all this happened several years ago. And, if I were to take you there now, they’d still be there, waiting. No one wanted to blink for fear of missing it, whatever it was. The rest of the world had long since returned to its business and become used to the new normal, but not them. They stood together alone ready and waiting…waiting… xxx