Within the mind of Darshan it was always the same, an interplay of strange disjoined events. Characters oozing expediency and glorious machines exhibiting untold power. Darshan had put forth a simple explanation, although lecturing the cleaner about it was maybe a little ambitious. It was an overzealous boffin instructing a reluctant student. Had Darshan mentioned it for her own delectation?
That was just the kick-off. In another location Michael receives a bizarre letter, it gets him thinking if he should apply some analysis. That, however, gave him pause.
Michael had no reason to panic; he was not on Ellen's hit list. She had identified Michael in the Master plan; he was a bright young thing and had a skill Ellen wanted. It was not for her personal amusement, but rather something more serious. Easy to understand after a short while.
The ever-ebullient Ellen could undergo any contortion to win her point or satisfy her desires. No one could construe her as all sweetness and light. If she had a few blemishes in the marital area, so did her feckless husband, Jeremiah.
The game was playing out in a domestic setting. Housekeeper, maidservant and the overpowering mistress with a penchant for pleasure. However, there was more transpiring. Deep below the surface, undetectable events were occurring, aided by the irrepressible forces of nature. It all needed contemplation, remaining a puzzle even for the most gifted.
You would be unsure whether you could commit to memory all that had happened. Could it also have been a figment of another's imagination? What were the chances of that?
Do not worry. Miraculously, the endgame was a quiet affair. No explosions, nothing that peculiar.
(Written in UK English - Roy Jackaman.)
