Back on the convoluted race track of urban life. I raced along trying to feel my pulse as the hens cackled behind reinforced glass. I longed to replace street lights with wild flowers – using both common and Latin names. With some hesitation, I pulled out a card at random from my breast pocket and it read Venus’ Looking Glass.
We all went to the land of ships today. I drew lines round pebbles cast aside by retreating pedestrians while the babies stormed a castle. The door step, which I sat on like King Canute, murmured to itself in several different languages at once. I sharpened my pencil and cut a line through the brightening sky, the land subsequently unzipped and a knight of old came riding out holding a cheese and tomato sandwich in each outstretched hand.
I was looking forward to spending today in a subtropical garden but the weather was the dreaded dirty sheets on a rusty frame. I pulled back the bedding to see the outline of a figure. I put coins where the eyes should have been and went out to buy some milk – losing my umbrella in the process.
I got my cough back, after a week of only seeing it fleetingly as it ran to get a bus. I coughed my way to town and back, saluted the pixie girl and made a modern housing estate from scraps of old newspaper. When I got home I didn’t feel like working so I dissected the television and watched an earth worm. My old science teacher was called Mr Reason.
My cough has got worse, not only did I open my mouth and an express train hurtled out, but the white doves which traditionally form a halo over my head had been changed into raucous crows. During the day, I talked with the black crow girl about the future of Christians in test tubes.
On waking I tended my wounds received fighting the faceless hordes that crawl down the open curtains at night. I pulled an arrow from my side and watched it bleed. I needed to visit the Green Queen before noon and rowed a boat up the High Street – tripping over the rapids on my way home.
I was alone on the watch tower for the happy part of the day – I was high enough to feel sorry for the ants that scurried to and fro. I eventually pulled a jigsaw from my pocket and attempted to lose a piece – I was coughing too much to draw straight lines on a naked woman sat in the armchair.