Astst

The traveller walked in silence, eyes focused on the ground ahead. The journey seemed infinite, as though time had slowed to prevent him from reaching its end. The tiny bottle dug into his palm, carved from some unknown crystal. His hand did not warm it; it remained chilled in any temperature. Condensation moistened his skin. It had taken much searching to find this information. Most were afraid of the eldritch. He had come to embrace it. He paused and considered what lay before him, then began to climb. A sense of unreality rippled through him, thickening with each step. Blades of grass too green to be natural to this world swayed to a non

I sit in Bec's car. We're in the back, with Inge in the front, driving back to my place. The familiar land marks sidle past us as we cruise towards the traffic lights. I look at Bec and say, "You know, children have their own way of reasoning, only their logic is different to adults'." She looks at me quizzically, her perfect eyebrows partially obscured by blond wisps of hair. I take this as a signal to continue. "Say a child's in a supermarket, in the fruit section, and they see a really nice orange, only its towards the bottom of the pile." She blinks at me, grey eyes slightly narrowed in impatience. She's getting fed up with my round-a