Minds repose +unfinished+Minds Repose
The voice was incredulous.
Is that your real name?
Yes. I had it changed by deed-poll.
A tiny laugh.
I was a mercenary in Canada for a while. It helps.
A derisive snort.
And you think theres more hope in this country?
Its the only one left, isnt it?
A shrug. The pencil made a mark on the clipboard.
You may go in now, Mr she smirked. Mr Bullfrog.
He stood leisurely, brushed past her, deliberate contact, and spent an obvious moment inhaling her Perfume. She watched impassively, masking her irritation, as he crossed the sterile floor towards the portalled doors.
The room beyond was cold, tiled, white. Lit by a harsh fluorescent glare. Rows of beds like pews in a church. Some inhabited by comatose forms, ensnared in a mesh of tubes and wires, facing reverently towards the altar, a bank of
Forest storyFOREST CREATURE
As the sun rose over the forest like a gentle mother waking up a young child, the flocks of birds started their morning song. Deeper into the heart of the sun drenched forest two green eyes opened and surveyed the surrounding vegetation. They got up and stretched. First one limb, then another. And now the back. Padding silently towards the gurgling stream, the eyes looked towards the canopy above, watching for any sign of small creatures, it was sick of fish. It had reached the stream. It crouched down and got comfortable before taking a drink of the chill, sweet, water. The eyes closed briefly in relaxation and satisfaction.
Off to the side, a snake slithered silently by, making its way home after a night of hunting. It seemed as though life revolved around hunting, it thought, either hunting or being hunted. He reflected on the owls night flights, he thought that his night sight wasnt the best anymore.
As he walked along a twisting forest path, he l