Release the Handle As You Turn

A warm-hearted story about friendship and love across all boundaries.
But this is also a social satire in the same tradition as Gulliver’s Travels and its Nordic counterpart, Nils Klim’s Journey to the Underworld – a burlesque narrative that shifts between different realities, interconnected by black holes through which we move from Here to There in a terrifying twinkle of an eye!
I stared at the burning currant bush. Tried to catch a glimpse of who had hidden behind it. And I couldn’t stop myself from addressing her.
- “Lady,” I said cautiously. “Excuse me for asking … but I was under the impression that the Nameless One usually materialised in briar bush and not a currant one?”
- “Too true,” the voice replied. “But can you spot any nearby briars?”
- “No,” I admitted.
- “There you are, one has to make the best of what’s at hand,” the voice said. “And in my view, the currant bush is a perfectly good option. Burns just as well, too!”
“- Blessed Lady,” Jensen said unhappily, closing his eyes and burying his snout in the grass.
“- Never mind Jeremiah. He isn’t himself these days.”
- “Is that so?” The voice sounded concerned. “Who is he now?”
I’m standing at the window, looking out over the city. It is larger than ever. Like a huge octopus. Now the lights are going out. The long tentacles turn grey, one after the other. We’re slowly enveloped by darkness. All the same, I remain were I am. Anita comes along, approaches me carefully and puts her muzzle on my right shoulder. I look into her large, dark eyes.
- “But we’ll never make it together,” I whisper to her. “Because I’m waiting for someone else.”
Anita twists her head round and licks my face.
- “You mean the female who walks on two legs and can wiggle her toes?” she asks sadly.
- “That’s right,” I reply. “She is the one for me.”
Anita speaks on, but because my ears are located on my ankles it’s hard to pick up all she says.