Category Archives: Sheba

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”

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”