Tuesday, August 07, 2007

To A Flame

The advert had to be a code.

A secluded wooded garden in Goxhill, a place well-known for weird goings-on where everybody has an eerie likeness to one another, and often the same name. A bright light. 30-odd fully consenting adults standing in a circle around it late into the balmy night. Excitement, expectation and a degree of fevered anticipation hung on the honeysuckle-scented breeze. Some of the more experienced men licked their lips as their eyes danced at the scene before them.

A hush as the older man, clearly the one in charge, raised his arms towards the light and then turned to the newcomer, the smallest and youngest. She reached her virginal hands towards him, blinking in the glare, her hands shaking slightly but instinctively knowing she should take it, bending forward to hear his whispered wisdom. Again and again he thrust towards her, his voice becoming hoarse, his brow occasionally knitted. She took on the urgent rhythm, and gradually assumed the confidence to slow it down, control it to her preferred speed.

She was a little disappointed to discover it wasn't a code at all. People really do hang around outside at night, trapping and identifying moths. She's hooked. She's doing it again in Dalby Forest on Saturday. Surely one of these nights she'll stumble upon some random sects.


Blogger Pete said...

on no not moths!!

7:19 pm  
Blogger Dave said...

You'll end up with holes in your clothes.

7:01 am  
Blogger homo escapeons said...

I like jumping off the stage and into the Moth Pit!

Jeez I feel so bad for those MOTH-er-Fr's, what without any real animals left on your island and all...
Hey maybe Canada could import and release a couple dozen Grizzly Bears over there in Goxhill to stir things up a bit...
you know get a feel for having predatory multicellular life forms out there again. Get Primal.

Anyway I admit that you had me going there and I was expecting more of a Wicker Man ending.

5:29 am  
Blogger Rock dweller said...

Very Nice blog love the pictures they are too funny... ROXY

9:05 pm  
Blogger ziggi said...

eyuck moths, so so so eh, so mothy!

1:56 pm  
Blogger ziggi said...

this is a code -

he said he txt u -

did he?

1:57 pm  
Blogger Cream said...

I bet the men wear moth-ball-scented aftershave...
Love the writing.

9:27 am  

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