Odd meeting

[yakalskovich]

Rarely do the charries from one's abandoned WIPs walk up to you in the street and nudge you.

I, however, just met Rasputin in the cafe around the corner. Complete with beard, staaaaare, and slightly disjointed declarations about nature and spring.

And no, I haven't smoked anything odd, it was really some slightly reticent proto-staretz who wore the same kind of shoes I favour, and just started chatting to me.

What does the world want to tell me, huh?

Comments

[yakalskovich]

I was writing a novel about the murder of Rasputin. Then, I got distracted by the internet...

And your ideas sound intriguing, if cryptic. An Urq is at your service, whenever you turn up this evening.