Previously on…

9th January 2006, at 11:24pm; the magic was with me. Conjured from boxes of carved bone and Black Death, Helen was creating magic and displaying power. But I had written my 500+ words, and it was a schoolnight, so bedtime beckoned (I’ve been finding it hard enough to wake up as it is! *grins*); and so I had to leave it.

It’s been a funny ol’ day since. The images that my story left with me at bedtime have stayed with me, haunting my mind. Driving to work, to a soundtrack of naff pop music (yes, I have the most eclectic of tastes) it was there on the road. As were suicidal chickens as it happens – fine looking chickens – really very smart, and I think, if chickens were my thing (which they’re not), quite attractive chickens. Suicidal they were though. Out in front of the car; I’ll just stand here; maybe I’ll go back to the other side; no definitely time to cross the road… Or is it? No, definitely sexy suicidal chickens! But I digress…

…at work, as XML flashed before my eyes, and the c.1999 WordBasic macros continued to triumphantly Parse The Batch; the images were there. There even, as I track down a company PowerPoint template with which to make a fool of myselfimpress two important personages on Monday.

At home carving up the remains of my weekend pheasant for tea (murdered fowl rather than suicidal fowl; not sure about the sexiness of said bird but definitely tasty! *grins*), the images of the sun carried through age old carving and reflected, shimmering onto bare concrete walls was with me.

And now, the conclusion…