Monday, October 27, 2008

Disappearing Art


Dabbling in time is always a little odd. While I know that the market has always included St. Marples I also know, in that dim reality that may or may not still be a valid part of my past, that the place was a derelict wreck waiting for demolition.

It could send you mad, time travel. Never mind the concept of killing your own grandparents (one of the reasons we never let mortals dabble in it) the pure mind-boggling terror of having a different pen when you get back is enough to give you the willies.

Big news this morning is that someone has stolen the Laverstone Moore. It’s not the most well known sculpture of Henry Moore but it was part of the town and we loved it. It loosely depicted – and I say loosely in the broadest sense – the fairy Queen looking down over the town. It was constructed of black polished granite and stood – or rather sat – almost twelve feet high.

The really weird thing is Harold doesn’t remember the statue at all.

7 comments:

Stinking Billy said...

rachel, "Having a different pen when you get back"? I don't understand - do demons live in pens like farm animals, or what?

Leatherdykeuk said...

I meant that something as insignificant as a different fountain pen when you get back from time travelling can really mess up your head.

aims said...

I would think time travelling would be - awkward - and yes - mind boggling.

But stealing a 12 foot statue? Who would fence that?

aims said...

btw - thanks to St. Billy for being your ardent reader while I was away. And I didn't even ask him....

Leatherdykeuk said...

heh!
The point was the statue was never erected in the new time line.

Billy drops in from time to time to tickle the damned ;)

stephanie said...

:) You do time travel so well.

Leatherdykeuk said...

Thank you, dear lady!