Hallowe’en: Conjured Joy

An abstract interpretation of Hallowe’en. Armed with a ClipArt bat, and featuring moons, teeth, pumpkins, apples, witches hats, eyes and spiders legs (them’s the red things, by the way!), I splopped this together very quickly to get another post out in Hallowe’en Month.

Well, it has to be done.

Actually, I’ve changed my mind about the spiders legs. They’re now those invisible cobweb strands that you always walk through when there’s a crowd around, and you do that dance to get it off your face. I know you know what I mean…

What Now?

So there I was, eating me cornflakes enjoying a lovely cool breeze, and I allowed my mind to wander. Dangerous stuff that, when eating your cornflakes.

I munched and crunched, and with each bite I could hear footsteps across a gravelled courtyard. “Halt!” A voice shouted as I swallowed.  I took another mouthful, and heard the footsteps start once again.

“HALT I SAID!” bellowed the voice. I started to wonder if the voice was telling me to halt eating, or the imaginary footsteps, whoever they belonged to, to stop marching.

I brought myself back to my senses, and continued eating anyway. Through the open window, I could hear the gaggle of geese fly away into the distance, honking and chattering as they did so.

Maybe Goose Leader wanted some of my cornflakes and was commanding his gaggle to stop and try and get some. Its funny, isn’t it, the things you hear when you aren’t truly listening?

Bridging the Gap

This post
Has been deliberately inserted
To bridge the gap
Between Tuesday and Sunday inverted
Monday’s post was due to appear
But the stream of consciousness had other ideas
The time was right but the words were wrong
But that’s no need to burst into dance or song
The gap is bridged, so all is fine
Continuity goes on and so does time…

Silence on Sunday

This is Tom. Well, it isn’t Tom, but it’s Tom in Tom’s mind. Tom’s busy mind. Sometimes, it’s best just to let the mind go. Clear itself and be clear.

This is Thomasina. Thomasina is Tom’s Inner Woman. She shares the same mind space as Tom in Tom’s mind. She looks absolutely nothing like Tom. Neither does Tom (in Tom’s mind).

This is Tombie. Tombie is Tom’s Inner Zombie. He fills the empty mind space which is part of the space shared by Tom in Tom’s mind. And Thomasina. Already the mind space is very cluttered, and very much in need of some space. And peace.

Tom’s mind space is also shared by Tom’s Inner Leader of the Opposition. This is he. Tom’s Inner Leader of the Opposition has lots to say about everything. Even this rubbish post. He always opposes everything.

aDN THis is Fnigers, Toms’ INner Tpyist. Fangers isnt scene veyr often, btu is estr===xtreemly noticiable when he mkaes and appearance.

Tom, this Tom, not those Toms, has released those Toms, so this Tom can have a moment’s peace.

Ahhh.

Just see that tumbleweed.

Bliss.

Keeping Calm and Carrying On (1)

…ooh, how we laughed. It weren’t so much the puddle that made us laugh, but what went in it. She were stood with ‘er back to it, and me, I were face on. It ‘ad stopped rainin’ about an ‘our ago an’ there were about three others inth’ queue beyind. We could see th’bus comin’ over th’brow, but none of us saw th’lorry trundle rarndth corner. It’s them pot ‘ole’s faults. Fancy one bein’ by th’bus stop. Anyway, th’lorry’s wheel went right through th’ole, splashed th’puddle all over th’five of us in th’queue. She took the brunt. The brunt. She were saturated. Saturated, right through to ‘er smalls. I copped it all down one side, and th’others in th’queue caught the muddy splashes. The man width’ paper had to throw it away, it tore right through it. ‘E chuckled first. Then me. Then she started. Before long, we were all ‘owlin’. Like I said, it weren’t th’puddle that tickled us, but th’lorry.  The man width’ paper pointed out what were on th’side: ‘sure to keep you dry longer’. An’ the bus just sailed passed. Out of service. That really set us off…

Eight under two ‘undred words. There we go.