It is wonderful. There is, as they often say, a storm brewing. Right on top of BLACKBERRY NARROW.
NOW THAT IS SPECTACULAR… especially with RED BITS in…
What was that?
He then draws a picture of what we can see…
To the left of us, above the fields and distant trees, the sky is BLACK. Directly in front of us, it is a sickly YELLOW. To the right it is a summery BLUE…
It really is an impressive and unusual sight. And we are walking into the path of the Forked Lightning. It is getting very near. And loud.
We have underestimated the yellow bit of sky (TWICE). THAT is the storm. And we’re in it, right now. Flash and I.
I LOVE STORMS!!!
The wind and the atmosphere are rumbling like something predatory, hungry. But why won’t it rain?
A bit later…
Boldly, we try again, after fleeing the storm’s electric might.
IT RAINS! BUT ONLY AROUND US!? NOT ON US?!
Why are we standing in the middle of a cornfield, naked to the storm, Flash?
Because we’re stupid!
We ARE the storm…
Rain, please! Lightning, Thunder, PLEASE!
It is a bad storm. I hear a dog barking.
Where are the whirlwinds?
It rains. VAGUELY.
‘Go Where You Wanna Go’ - The Mamas & the Papas
FLASH + I WENT WALKING IN THE FIELDS OPPOSITE BLACKBERRY NARROW AS A MASSIVE STORM RAGED ABOUT US.
KEIR CAME AND VISITED US.
‘Happy Birthday, Mr President’ – Marilyn Monroe
I don’t feel well.
‘Running Up That Hill’ – Kate Bush
A fat faced fellow with all his features clustered at the point where his nose should be…
A floppy bag of a head with cross-looking eyes…
Something fat and imperious with feathers growing out of its eyes and from its bulbous chin…
The windows and bricks that come together to form SKILL ROAD, along which drives a crude little van, belching smoke…
ROSE RING… by Dark Is Desire… is ACE! SMAERGIE. SKILL. ACKER. BRILL. SKILL ROAD. WONG.
A vicious looking rat – in 18 hole DMs and smoking a rolly – strokes the vast cock that bursts from his skinhead jeans. It towers above him curling away into the vastness of the sky and back again, allowing its bell-end to form the ground upon which said rat is standing…
A hideous, squat monstrosity in a dress and laced boots, has a face somewhere between Tweety Pie and Fu Manchu. His cock is made of varnished wood, and stringed like the fret of a guitar…
Something with webbed ears and sad eyes, weeps from the end of its penis-nose…
SHOUT AS: [RITCHERD SEES AN OLD GIRLFRIEND!]
SAY ‘PLOP’ WHEN: [RITCHERD GETS AN AWARD!]
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