As I was walking home along the lane tonight, I heard a
distinct sound of movement behind me. I turned round and scanned the ditch and
hedgerows with my torch, but saw nothing. And then, just as I was turning back
to continue the walk, I remembered something. It’s always at that point in horror films when the Hideous Thing appears, having made its approach from the
other direction.
I wish my brain didn’t work that way. It amuses me most of
the time, but one day...
* * *
And then, as I was beginning the ascent of my garden path, a
car came down the lane – a Mini. I wondered whether it was M’Lady S returning
from an evening out with friends. It seems so long since I’ve seen her. She has
a compelling presence, you know, which I miss.
* * *
I’m having difficulty making posts at the moment. Such
lassitude has taken hold over the past few days. I assume it will be temporary.
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