The new site is growing on me, I can see the potential. My strain of autism means that ‘change’ and i need time to get to know each, and familiar old work habits and processes, tried and tested, are only truly abandoned when I fully trust and feel comfortable with any new system.
My new computer - only a week old - is a case in point. I love it, but the old system had evolved over the last fifteen years and fitted like a mental glove. The new one is almost too eager show me what it can do. Like a new acquaintance who wants to be an instant friend.
The visual of this is based on a genuine local character from way back. She used to roam around wearing red leathers, but as far as I know she was never a biker. How she transformed into a female ‘Death’ is one of those things my writer’s brain never explained to me.
Writer’s mental processes are God-like, To borrow a biblical phrase, They ‘move in mysterious ways their wonders to perform’.
A gripping opening line, and it just gets stronger all the way through. I ‘enjoyed’ (right word?) the descriptions of death being female, as I usually encounter images of the male grip reaper, etc., or, in e.e. cummings’ immortal poem, "and how do you like your blue-eyed boy, MISTER death?
I liked this a lot
A very seductive piece Gyppo. One of them “should I stay or should I go” decisions. I thought this was going to end like Micheal Douglas in Fatal Attraction. Good stuff.
