Lions and tigers and bears … oh my.
Get a grip, girl. Hunting trophies, that’s all. Moth-eaten fur and stale sawdust. What did you expect in a trophy room, tin-pot carnival prizes? And movement? Just your torch glinting off their glass eyes. Now straight through, armoury, turn –
Jehoshaphat!
Armour. Just armour. In the armoury, ‘kay? Japanese. Lacquer and horsehair. Ye gods but it gave me a fright. Those false moustaches, what an idea! I could almost swear they quivered, but that’s the point, I guess. Anyway, left turn, study, no shocks in here. Safe behind the desk. Deep breaths now, all the time in the world to get this right, tools laid out on that very convenient desk and –
Saints alive girl, take a chill pill. Nothing to hear but your heart, and that’s loud enough. Okay, take a look if you must. Prove there’s nothing to see.
Oh. My.
I’ve been away. I’m sorry. Nothing like Visdare to tempt me back. Don’t forget to go and read the other entries, now … else the bears might catch you. The quote at the top, of course, is from L Frank Baum.
Alex Brightsmith 