Sunday, September 14, 2008

A Melancholy Moment

The day being fine – an improvement over the last couple of weeks – Harold elected to wander up to the cupola in the roof. The spiral staircase from the top floor to the aerial room hadn’t been swept for a while, and he brushed the cobwebs from his face as he heaved up the trapdoor, surprised and annoyed that someone had sawn around the bolt from the outside. *

The altar slab was exactly as he remembered it from Gillian’s resurrection and, once Devious had appeared with a mug of tea and a saucer of three biscuits, he used it as an impromptu seat, surveying his land and that of the farms to the west. The buzz of a tractor intruded as Mr. Johns, who owned the adjoining farm and rented two field from Harold, lifted the giant, plastic-wrapped rolls of hay onto the back of a wagon.

“Whatever happened to haystacks?” Harold said. “I used to love playing in those.”

“Me too.” Devious watched the farmer for a moment, a flame dancing across his claws like the dime in an old gangster movie. “They used to burn so well.”

*That's how Vixen got inside in Dead Line


aims said...

Haystacks, bales of hay, stooks - all gone. Now we have to look at those huge white slugs sitting in the field or all grouped together in a colony. Sometimes they make them into huge white worms...oh! The Lair of the White Worm....seen it? cult thing....

Leatherdykeuk said...

Alas that they died out.

I remember the film well!

DJ Kirkby said...

Oh how do you keep track of all these delicious charcters?

Leatherdykeuk said...

The regulars are easy as I've written them so often but the odd ones and the antagonists I often forget. I also use 'Write It Now' if I'm actively writing a novel -- that helps.