Like waking within a dream – or, at least, the point where the lucidity begins…
I turn my head in the small theatre, expecting others to be smiling, if not laughing. But no-one is, because no one else is here…
Just me and it…
The curtains part and what I know to be behind them takes centre stage. Leathery pads, soft on the well-trod wood, make a sliding sound as it turns to face me. The eyes are glittering, but not as much as its breath, which seems gathered to strike in elongated curls of superheated air.
Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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