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Beneath the Banyan

Banyan tree, beneath, they sat it. Branches over shading, Sphinx beyond in sunlight, bright on stone. Sheba with all ears, intent. Let us, said the Interpreters, we six burghers, no, not nine suitors. Let us tell the revelation of the machine stripped bare of the data cloud that it generates, through no fault of herContinueContinue reading “Beneath the Banyan”

The Interpreters

Sheba and She Sphinx journey in a wild land where there is no snow. No satisfying crunch underfoot or melt on the eyelash. Very little snowball fun. Where is the Hat that covers a multitude of sins? What are these sins and how can I not see them? Sheba is complaining, as her horse eatsContinueContinue reading “The Interpreters”

If the Cat Fits

Whilst the Blue Knights (Man and Woman) and Pernil discussed the merits of wish ideas. The Holy Hat was still, and words continued to scroll, unnoticed, upon its hat band thing. If someone had looked close, they might have read the following; People are wearing many hats as they go, switching one hat for anotherContinueContinue reading “If the Cat Fits”

Hat Design

The design and appearance of the Holy hat and all its little characters lay smoking on. There seemed about it a place to put your head, in the fair centre, with a brim or brims woven from the soft part of a tree and cloths of many hues. Adorned on each, small ornaments, and shamanicContinueContinue reading “Hat Design”

The Holey Hat

The Blue Knights (Woman and Man) settled their Baby Knight (Baby) with its Grand Parent Knights, then set in a Nor Nor Nor Nor Easterly direction, as was their designation and slice of the compass. One hundred days passed straight along, at least time enough, till they rested their horses to make good their pavilionContinueContinue reading “The Holey Hat”

The Council of Hats

Sheba, having discovered the meaning, returned. The City of Az was a burning desire to make hats, big ones. I am home darling! She cry, throwing her car keys into the cut glass bowl on the taupe-coloured wooden consul in the hallway and kicking off her waders. In here, called She Sphinx, echoey and distant.ContinueContinue reading “The Council of Hats”

The Informal Fountain

When the grims had come to the Infernal Fountain they should musts, in turn, threw their precious coinage into the tumultuous waters. Eyes closed or open, back turned or front on, it made no. They made, must make thoughts of the true wantings of their souls. Sheba, in turn, came and she had no coin,ContinueContinue reading “The Informal Fountain”

The Wellness Guru’s Tale

The Gurus traveled across the plain on their endless migration, following the distance rain clouds which induced the rich grasses to do their appear, where before there had been none. Apres la pluie Hold on a moment, said the Sphinx on listening to the Tale told, I was expecting a story of suburban dissatisfaction andContinueContinue reading “The Wellness Guru’s Tale”