« Knit your own iPhone | Main | Nanowrimo: sultanas »
November 15, 2007
Nanowrimo: no place, no home
She ends up around the back again, resting against the shelled birdbath, hands on hips.Arse, she says, out loud and leans back to look up at the sky. As she looks back down again, she sees movement in the sun lounge, against the back wall. Rowan and Dog Robert are walking towards her, Rowan seemingly solid on the carpet, but Dog Robert’s hind quarters and tail still merged with the rattan furniture and accompanying chintz cushion. The tip of his tail, in fact, emerges just where a button holds the cushion in place, then drags through the material to free him from its reality. Babs squeezes her eyes closed, opens them, glad she missed the most of that little trick. It makes her feel nauseous and itchy. She expects Rowan to open the door to come out, then before it happens realises that there isn’t a key inside. Rowan doesn’t break stride, just melts in and through the glass, as if it were the mist lining the dips and hollows of Bossiney Point, and steps out and down on to the patio. Dog Robert trots after, and in fact, does a little jump through the glass door, insouciant.
Posted by scumkitten at November 15, 2007 5:52 PM
Comments
Post a comment
Thanks for signing in, . Now you can comment. (sign out)
(If you haven't left a comment here before, you may need to be approved by the site owner before your comment will appear. Until then, it won't appear on the entry. Thanks for waiting.)
