Once upon a time there was a castle which was crumbling from the foundations upwards. The white ants had been busy over the years and whilst the facade looked stable, the foundations had powdered to ashes and the ashes had powdered to dust and the dust had blown away in the cruel winds of fortune. One day, with the townsfolk looking on and attending a gigantic carnival in the middle of the splendiferous grounds, the castle, once so proud and austere, so demanding of its audiences and towns folk, decided to call it a day and crumbled away to very little in the space of a couple of shocking seconds.
Gasps wouldn’t do justice to the sounds the townsfolk made when they saw their castle disappear in front of their eyes. Something that had appeared so steady and so reliable had been shaken to nothing in the blink of several thousands’ peoples’ eyes.
To be continued…
drnickombe 