Dag 951: Dark Angels Scream......

The moon shone obliquely through a crack in the curtains sending a shard of light into the centre of the rug that had Sergels Torg written into the pattern at one end. The window pain rattled in a sudden gust of wind and I walked over to the window and moved the curtain to one side allowing me to look out.

The sky was cloudless and I could almost see to the end of the garden, but not quite. A sharp crack caused me to look to the left, but all I could see was the stone wall that ran down that side of the garden. I held my breath for a moment as I looked to see what could have made the sound, but I saw nothing move. On the other side of the wall a fully grown fox was hiding in the undergrowth with senses on full alert. It had been sleeping in a wooden crate full of leaves a few days before and when it woke up it was too late to get out of the create as a lid had been put on it and the crate was swaying as it was being carried by 2 men onto a dark red 2.4 litre pathfinder land rover with a large scrape down one side. The land rover had driven for 2 days before reaching the village, where the crate was carefully taken out and the contents tipped onto the county communal compost heap. The fox had waited under the compost until the land rover had driven off and then slowly made its way to where it now lay in hiding. No one living in the village knew it was there and that was the way it was going to stay.

I closed the curtains, put another log on the fire and went into the kitchen. I took a glass, which had been made in Finland, off the shelf and walked into the utility room. I opened the freezer door, put 4 ice cubes into the glass and took out the bottle of Swedish vodka I had recently bought in Spain. It was covered in a thin film of ice and, as usual, I found it hard to unscrew the lid and my hands became very cold. I eventually got the lid off and poured enough vodka into the glass to just reach the top of the ice. I then returned the bottle to the freezer and took out a bottle of Sprite from the fridge. After filling the glass to the brim I put some macadamia nuts into a small bowl and returned to the lounge.

I felt the heat from the fire as I sat down and thought about the song that I needed to write. But that would have to wait, as I was about to watch a Nordic thriller on the television. As the opening music played and I took the first sip of my drink I wondered what dark mysteries fate would bring to my door that night.