The house always reminded me of summer. Of the beach and of the holidays. An old seaside cottage with odd shaped rooms and many hidden corners. The outside walls, the colour of sand, covered by roses and ivy and things I don't know the name of. Plants sprawled chaotically and yet somehow with perfect order around the borders of the garden. Cracked pavings the home for moss. Seashells scattered in the soil almost as frequently as ordinary garden pebbles. The house reminded me of winter. Of Christmas and of the new year. With curtains drawn and the open fire lit the house was transformed. A battle between the damp sea air and burning coal. Red cheeks, hot backs and cold feet. The upstairs windows rattled, the floor creaked and my heart race, as I would tell myself that there was nothing to be afraid of and that ghosts don't really exist. The house would stay constant despite the changes in my life. As I got older I started to feel the frustrated. I wanted the house to see that I was different person since my last visit. 6 months older and a little bit wiser. The house didn't care! It just kept reminding me of the summer, and of the winter and of the change of the seasons. My few years of life were nothing to that old house and it wanted me to make sure that I remembered that. I said goodbye to the house yesterday. It was a sad moment and I thought both of us were going to shed a tear or two. At the last moment though, the house blinked, it wished me well, and told me to "play a long game". I nodded and sighed as I waved to it for the final time. Take Care Rachel ************* With the current crop of disposable jaw lines and manufactured inanity, it seems that we need our heroes now more than ever before. http://www.friendsoftheheroes.co.uk ***************** _________________________________________________________________ Surf together with new Shared Browsing http://join.msn.com/?page=features/browse&pgmarket=en-gb&XAPID=74&DI=1059 +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "peculiarly deranged fanbase" +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "frighteningly named Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +-+ "sick posse of f**ked in the head psycho-fans" - NME June 2001 +-+ +-+ Nee, nee mun pish, chan pai dee kwa +-+ +-+ Snipp snapp snut, sa var sagan slut! +-+ +-------------------------------------------------------------------------+