Connections.
A Spellbound Story
Angie put her shoes on, and picked up the
bunch of keys from the small owl-shaped log cabin, hanging on the wall. She
opened the door, which seemed to her as cumbersome as an ancient stone, perhaps
one of those that had contributed to building the Holy Roman Empire.
Formerly the stairway outside her flat was
emerald-green, but it was faded now. Each floor was separated by 9 steps, and
they were worn out and slippery. She walked down to the ground-floor inattentively,
lost in her thoughts, humming one of hers Siouxsie and the Banshee's favourite
song And don't forget/When your elders forget/To say their prayers/Take them
by the legs/And throw them down the stairs.
