From: whitaker@tlshpp7.ug.eds.com (Mike Whitaker - SDL) Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: [Redhead] A strange arrival Date: 26 May 1993 15:07:15 GMT Message-ID: <1u0133$ge1@suntan.eng.usf.edu> References: <1te3ne$rp5@suntan.eng.usf.edu> [ADMIN: I know, I know - I've switched tenses!] Time passed. The redhead, fumbling with fingers made clumsy by her intake of alcohol, dug out another few coins for another drink - whisky again. Carelessly she dropped the remaining meagre coppers on the table, and stared at them intently as one spun on its edge for a moment or two, as if, by staring, they could somehow be made to multiply by sheer force of will. She sighed, and left the coins where they lay, hands clasped hungrily around the tumbler of spirits in front of her. The bard had stopped, to rest and refill his wineskin. An unreadable expression crossed her face, and she breathed "I remember..." and softly, mostly to herself, gaze fixed on the amber liquid in the glass in her hands, she began to sing, a sad tune with a raw edge... [ADMIN: Think Bon Jovi: "Never Say Goodbye"] "I remember nights in smoky bars Making music, chasing stars Friends together, four as one But now it seems those dreams have gone..." A pause, frown crossing her face. "C'mon kid..." she muttered fiercely to herself. "You *wrote* it. Even if you can't remember your damn name..." For a moment or two she sat, brow furrowed, and eventually banged the glass on the table in frustration. Luckily it didn't break, and she buried her face in her arms for a moment or two, then straightened up, cheeks wet with fresh tears, and tossed off the remains of the whisky in one. For a long while she stared at the empty glass, then, slowly, with exaggerated care, set it down on the table and rested her head on her arms. -- Mike Whitaker +44-223 | mikew@ug.eds.com (preferred) \ Me: Bards just Shape Data/EDS 371565 | mwhitaker@cix.compulink.co.uk \ KNOW things...