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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”

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 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 Don’tcare Assistant’s Tale

The Don’tcare Professional was snowed under and weighed down by the snow, with a punishing workplate and a waiting list as long as the arm of a person with remarkably long arms. On the left is the Staff and insignia of Asclepius representing Healing and Medicine. On the Right is the Staff of Caduceus representingContinueContinue reading “The Don’tcare Assistant’s Tale”

The Phisherman’s Tale

When all the fish had been fished away, I must turn my attention anew, to discover some alternate source of nourishment. I looked at the water, slosh sloshing against the side of my ancient coracle in empty pieces and decided to cast a new net. A net I must spin up some clever traps toContinueContinue reading “The Phisherman’s Tale”

The Personal Trainer’s Tale

I became or was made redundant. I had neither purpose nor direction. Not up nor down, nor left nor right. My only possessions, a whip and a wooden chair, which happened to be so light that one might pick it up and brandish it with one hand, and a bicycle that went nowhere. The whipContinueContinue reading “The Personal Trainer’s Tale”