The Irish Tales

Hiatus


April's remains were bagged and put into deep-freeze, there to await his interment in the Garden of Time, once a suitable tomb had been constructed.

As you will understand, this was not an everyday occurrence and took a little thought. It is not exactly a well-populated graveyard.

I sat in my apartment, drinking, accompanied by Tuesday and November, who had little to say, so stunning were the events of the last few days.

After ...

Later on the morning of March 11th.


Present : The Head Physician, April, December, Tuesday, Chronobitch nurses.


Venue : The Neuro-Chronological Institute




"You can go now," I said curtly to the various Chronobitch nurses who stood whispering to each other in a huddle by the window.

They looked a little affronted, until the Head Physician nodded to them, after which they bowed their heads and scurried ...

Expedition : Dawn, 11th March


Present : December, April, Tuesday.


Venue : The Pond




The path to the Pond is a grim place at the best of times. With a massive hangover and only an hour's sleep, it is truly awful.

Having said that, April seemed suspiciously cheerful, whilst Tuesday was her usual capable, self-contained self.

She had arrived at dawn, as promised and woke me from a drunken doze with ...