BONG. “No!” BONG. “They’re coming!” BONG. “Everybody run! Get outta here! Find shelter!” But the bells are too fast, too big. They bong through the streets relentlessly, their bronze surfaces glimmering beneath the insipid sun of the winter afternoon. They’re taller than the buildings they pass by, wider than the cars that swerve and screech […]
The cretins have locked me in again. I can only assume it is down to the cold, white fluff which is falling from the sky. It may be chilly, but it’s awfully pretty to look at and rather fun to frolic in. I suppose it will have to suffice that I watch it through the […]