Sunday, October 05, 2008

Well Connected


Devious wasn’t sure how to defend against a spirit animated by vengeance. Particularly when it had John cornered in Bramble Grove with nothing but an old fallen tree to defend himself. He watched helplessly as the apparition, clothed in mud and bone and -- inexplicably – a pair of striped pyjamas closed in on his favourite son.*

John backed away until his back was pressed against the chalk cliff and cast anxious glances at his father. One touch from the apparition would destroy the delicate bond linking him to the mortal world.

“Pick up the tree branch,” shouted Devious. “Log it.”



*Don’t let Delirious hear that.

2 comments:

aims said...

Log it? That's a good expression.

The pajamas were a nice touch too.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Heh! Thank you!