The Thunder of His Heart

[auntbijou]

He could not say why he was here, standing in a corridor down in the dungeons. A voice had called to him in his dreams, and somehow, his feet had lurched to the floor, and he had walked, half in a dream, barely aware of where he was, knowing only that he had to reach that enticing whisper.

Come to me.... I’ve been waiting so long... my arms are

Comments

Oh Dear

[auntbijou]

Grrrrrrr... Well, this didn't quite work as I'd hoped. I'll do better next time, dears. I'm still getting used to this durn flapdoodle thing-a-ma-jiggy and am basically figuring it out as I go along. (sigh). Just... be patient with me. It will get better... right?

Re: Oh Dear

[florahart]

What didn't work as you hoped? I mean, technical issue we can help you with?

Re: Oh Dear

[auntbijou]

It was a technical issue, mostly because I was in a rush, I had an intermittant audience, and I really should have known better. Auntie is the type of person who doesn't like an audience when figuring things out, the type who sits broodingly in front of the computer with her chin on her fist, frowning thoughtfully at the screen as the rusty cogs whirl until she sits up and says, "Oh! I am such an idiot. It was THIS one, not THAT one." I didn't get to think it out. I just rushed.

Re: Oh Dear

[tori_siikanen]

Yes well

if you hadn't written this, I wouldn't have come up with the idea for its reflection

which I also wrote in a big stinking hurry.