Naashyka wasn’t sure how long she had sat there thinking, but the restless matrix of asterisms in the gemstones of her flight suit indicated it was less than the K3R-NL hour it felt like. The obvious reason for the discrepancy was that she was still acclimatising to the timezone of the local system. It was also the most preferable; the more Naashyka considered the alternative, the drier her skin felt.
“No, you’ve got it all wrong.” Lul pushed strands of seaweed from her eyes and smiled reassuringly up at her customer. “It’s ‘sandwich shop’, not ‘sand witch shop’—Silent ‘t’, see?”
The skeleton looked at the sandwiches on Lul’s cart, sockets glowing. “You stupid? Nobody eats around here. Now where’s my sand sculpture?”
Shame pricked Lul’s cheeks as she flicked her tail, conjuring a twisting edifice from the sand. “There you go,” she said thickly. “Good luck with the contest.”
Hello to the world beyond my world. May I say that you’re all looking splendid at the specific single moment in time you happen to be reading this.
So, I’ve been writing for some time now, but have been somewhat reluctant to start up a website, in part because of the fear of realising that I may have evolved from I.T. student to tech-illiterate dinosaur.
But then I decided to bite the bullet.
I am a now a tech-illiterate dinosaur (stat adjustments to follow).
But at least I am tech-illiterate dinosaur with a reasonably functioning website. I now finally have a space to store my prose and poetry where it might get a little more notice, and thus (hopefully) entertain a wider audience than the couple of strangers who occasionally look over my shoulder when I write.
So watch this space. I’m reasonably certain my work will see you entertained, if not all nostalgic and stuff, and as it doesn’t cost you anything to keep updated I don’t have to worry about money-back guarantees.