It’s been a while hasn’t it?
Come in and sit down, make yourself comfortable. I’d offer you a drink but the glasses are
all a little dusty. I haven’t been around
much to keep an eye on things here at the Manor and there are cobwebs in the
corners and an unpleasant scuttling noise from behind the wainscoting. Rats probably. Hopefully.
Make yourself comfortable. Try
not to worry about the noises.
I wish I had a more interesting story to tell about my
absence from Marlowe Manor. I wish I
could spin you yarns about strange sea voyages on ships entirely crewed by pale
and silent sailors each with their darkest secret tattooed across their chest,
or about being abducted by inexplicable angular creatures who serve an
omnipotent but dyslexic deity who grows ever more obtuse when it comes to the
rights of his creation. I’d like to be
able to tell you about my recent silence being due to my being a part of a secret
expedition to a strange parallel world where wars are fought over natural
resources and computers grow ever more important in the making of decisions and
my failure to prevent the inevitable, or about being called for jury duty at a
court whose members were drawn from all times and all places to decide the fate
of a young man who had been caught stealing bread out of sheer malice.
But I can’t. I honestly
can’t. It’s not that I’ve been sworn to
silence about these things, please don’t think that (please. They’ll check).
My recent silence has been entirely due to Real Life
issues. Life has been very busy of
late, and complex, and not always easy.
Beloved relatives have been ill and Arrangements Have Had To Be Made
about many things, the day job has been fraught with more than the usual amount
of nonsense (I am half convinced I am part of some strange social or
psychological experiment in which I am forced to spend my days in the company
of the Perpetually Strange in order to determine my reactions), and although I have
still been working on my novel I’ve had precious little time or headspace for
other writing.
I hope that this will change soon, and I can get back to contributing
to the Light and Shade Challenge in all its new and upgraded glory, and spending
time in the company of you all. I’ve
missed the words and the worlds and as ever I am hungry for stories.
I’ll be back soon then with stories of my own. Make yourself at home (except for the door
behind the curtain on the third floor, you must never, ever, ever look beyond
that door) and please don’t worry about the noises in the wainscoting. Almost certainly rats.
Dear Thomas,
ReplyDeleteMore fool you, I have been living secretly and unnoticed as a squatter inside your mansion. I must admit I was pretty disturbed when I managed, finally, to break my way into the door on the third floor. How long has she been there and is she Chinese? I managed to clear up a little bit and I have also found the secret to your everlasting and eternal youth. But seriously, did you have to store it in a jar of pickled eels? Now I can't get the smell off my fingers and I seem to have locked myself in your bathroom. There's something hairy and sinister in your bath and it reminds me of my ex.
Yours Faithfully,
Ally