Dec 20, 2007 16:12
Odd fucking island. Such an odd fucking island that Guy had decided it was suited for sentient properties. So, in this wintery scene, the appropriate term was not beautiful, but vain. It was a vain island, and a show-off to boot. And the beach, it must have thought, was its best feature. And Guy, sitting there, contemplating it, had to admit that indeed it was.
It reminded him a bit of Devonport - and rare were the things that reminded him of his birth place. Devonport in the winter, a frosty winter when the harbour froze up, with the ice riding up on the dock, and the beach (a much uglier and ordinary beach than this one) covered in soft snow. And as small amounts of whiskey used to keep him warm in those youthful days, a bottle of strong mango liquor kept him warm here, as he sat on that rock, seemingly idly staring to nothing in particular. Oh, but he was thinking. A great many things passed his mind and was trying to ignore the greater part of it.
A hare ran by. Made him wish for a gun as winter present. He really wasn’t the hunting sort, but he was dire need of new hobbies. To keep busy, to keep his mind off things.
((I’m still quite in the ST-zone, so ST and LT are all very welcome))
ainsley hayes,
guy burgess,
billy prior,
donald maclean,
mrs bennet,
julian bell,
gregor samsa,
anthony blunt