… I’m on The Rack.
Which means, yes, again, I am talking, talking, always talking ad infinitum – rather like the Doctor. Yes, I know I’m a Doctor too, but I have neither fez, nor bowtie, nor TARDIS. 🙁
But then again, talking.
The lady made sense and she said it with a voice that could melt bone. Kinda limey with an Alabama twang. One hell of a cocktail.
“Where’s she from?” I whispered it from the side of mouth, the other side smiling so she didn’t catch on.
“Australia.”
Sweat popped like acne. The dream had been a warning of some kind – or was it a message?
“Message,” said Sheri.
Goddamnit she reads minds. But cute as hell.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?”
“We need more Australians,” she said.
I wasn’t thinking that. But she was right.
The rest is here.
Awesome! : )