Co-Dreaming

In the library dreaming books unwritten....blank vellum pages smelling of attar, of roses, of authors, of old socks, of dossers, of fear, of librarians, of bloodthirst, of council cutters, of beerlessness, of saturdays.

Author drumming fingers in frustration at the of lack of sales but being endlessly borrowed, the same well-thumbed copy taken out and out.

The author not taken out quite so often lately, spending more time hanging about amidst bookshelves, hoping to be recognised. Re-arranging titles to give his books more prominence.

[StarHeartstone enters...] 'Well now. What a to-do. I think that’s sent them off on a wild goose chase, a hiding to nothing. There’ll be a little mayhem: ahem.'

[And goes back to his lonely writing room and stares again at the blank page.... a tabla rasa ….but wait! It's changing colour ….becoming a tabla rosa?]

Cindy & Chris