Saturday, October 09, 2004

That Evening

It was about half past 10 and I sat before the audi - mesmerized, short of words, staring deep into those eyes, trying to find a vocal relief in the deafening silence of the desert which spread itself all around us. She had just read a script written in invisible ink. I had allowed myself to follow the piper as she went her way stroking the canvas of the last two years with an amazing grasp over dates and events. She is Good!!
It was half past 4 when I woke up with a start to prepare what was to be the most shabby breakfast ever done in the history of mankind..........I think I need someone's permission to continue with this. Do I have one?