Story one, part three

Consciousness returned to Sigismund like a wave moving through a treacle sea. 
The first thing of which he became aware was that everything hurt.  Every part 
of everything that was him felt heavy and sore.  Even the realisation of the 
sensation made him wince.  He looked around but there was no sea.  He recalled 
making his way toward the sea, as was his morning custom - he looked up - it was 
past midday and the tide had been and gone.
	Sigismund moved uncomfortably on the rocks upon which he had awoken and 
shuddered as he remembered the dream, if it was a dream, he hoped that it was. 
It was not the first time that he had experienced a trans-species dream, but it 
was the first time he had found himself being something else which had in turn 
become something else.  His heart sank has he recalled what appeared to be an 
attempt by one of those dream-selves to cross breed with what could not really 
have been a mermaid.  He cringed as the memory became clearer.
	Some distance away, he could see a few familiar faces foraging in rock pools 
and he cheered slightly as the sense of alienation began to fade.  The regular 
rhythmic hum of the power station in the middle distance was reassuring.  It had 
been there long before his birth and so it was as much part of the landscape as 
the cliffs, the rocks, or even the sea itself.
	Realising he had not eaten properly, he began his foraging again.  He would not 
make it back to his home today as too many hours had been lost already.  He 
would stay and eat what he could find until night fell.  The rocks and pools 
would provide shelter through the night and he would have the opportunity to 
take advantage of the next tide; the full moon in May was always a pleasant time.


-- 
Blue Sow

date: Sat, 05 May 2007 19:07:56 +0100 author: Blue Sow

Re: Story one, part three

On May 5, 7:07 pm, Blue Sow  wrote:
>         Consciousness returned to Sigismund like a wave moving through a treacle sea.
> The first thing of which he became aware was that everything hurt.  Every part
> of everything that was him felt heavy and sore.  Even the realisation of the
> sensation made him wince.  He looked around but there was no sea.  He recalled
> making his way toward the sea, as was his morning custom - he looked up - it was
> past midday and the tide had been and gone.
>         Sigismund moved uncomfortably on the rocks upon which he had awoken and
> shuddered as he remembered the dream, if it was a dream, he hoped that it was.
> It was not the first time that he had experienced a trans-species dream, but it
> was the first time he had found himself being something else which had in turn
> become something else.  His heart sank has he recalled what appeared to be an
> attempt by one of those dream-selves to cross breed with what could not really
> have been a mermaid.  He cringed as the memory became clearer.
>         Some distance away, he could see a few familiar faces foraging in rock pools
> and he cheered slightly as the sense of alienation began to fade.  The regular
> rhythmic hum of the power station in the middle distance was reassuring.  It had
> been there long before his birth and so it was as much part of the landscape as
> the cliffs, the rocks, or even the sea itself.
>         Realising he had not eaten properly, he began his foraging again.  He would not
> make it back to his home today as too many hours had been lost already.  He
> would stay and eat what he could find until night fell.  The rocks and pools
> would provide shelter through the night and he would have the opportunity to
> take advantage of the next tide; the full moon in May was always a pleasant time.
>
> --
> Blue Sow

         Having reoriented himself and noticed a basking shark nearby,
coughing in the midday sun, it struck him how much less Diesel he'd
been going through recently.

G DAEB

Just had to get that in while it was on my mind. Only 25 words too.
Will return with something that leaves me feeling like I've actually
written rather than glibly appended a smug one-liner.

COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 SIPSTON
--

date: 5 May 2007 15:26:43 -0700 author: FCS

Re: Story one, part three

FCS wrote:

> 
>          Having reoriented himself and noticed a basking shark nearby,
> coughing in the midday sun, it struck him how much less Diesel he'd
> been going through recently.
> 
> G DAEB
> 
> Just had to get that in while it was on my mind. Only 25 words too.
> Will return with something that leaves me feeling like I've actually
> written rather than glibly appended a smug one-liner.
> 

If you look again, you will see that I provide the option for you to continue in 
the same vein, as well as suggesting another avenue that you might wish to 
explore.  As you suggested you may have taken the wrong direction, you now have 
a choice.

-- 
Blue Sow