Archives for December 2019

My good sir, my good lady, my goodness.

And we are off. Today’s “How can you speak as if you respect the people around you?” rally, attracts thousands.

Wouldn’t that be strange/good/unlikely/possible/funny/suprising/ wonderful?

Certainly worth trying between the first and tenth floors as the elevator climbs towards the travel department – break the ice.

You see this tribe, who in part exist and are also partly in existence in my short story, always sat visitors in the Consideration House.

A visitor would be invited to converse separately with several members of the community, then once they all agreed – if they all agreed – would be free to wander around and do whatever they wished.

Even though this sounds like a screening process, everyone was welcome. It was just better to “get to know” new people. Fair enough and reasonably wise; we do this in Flaubert Heights, our very own cluster of homes and a “vibrant community”.

Number and verse.

The two can be intertwined and sometimes if unattended become tangled like a crazed sticky web.

We all respond better to names but sometimes remember numbers more easily.

Where are Fred, Priscilla and 4398 today?

We think everyone knows them. Surely they do!

Paint, draw or fold.

Never in million years had a game seemed so strange.

But after initial doubt and confusion there was pleasure and illusion.

Just about where are we now?

It’s all right, there’s a sturdy-looking tree over there, good place to tie the anchor and hang tight for a while.

Cash and kings falling in unison.

We paid for all the plans, the new water pipes, and the old castles.

Status symbols and drainage, kind daughters and dreamy princes.

Are we soft in the knees and find them bending too easily? No! No!

Rules do not encompass all possibilities and we must grow up, swiftly.

Lands near and far are kept in abstract obedience.