There was a small black cat on the table. It could only have been a few months old. Its body was growing but its head was still kittenish and her paws still seemed a little large for her body.

The darkness was going away. Ebbing back to where it came from and from where it would come again. Revealed in the new light was just one thing. A toy. From a distance it looked like a clown doll, but that wouldn’t have been quite accurate. It was a Krusty clown doll. They were rare. Would probably fetch a good price at the souk.

I am wearing two hats. A bobble hat and a cap. The bobble hat is a tall red Oddballs hat with a large pompom and the cap is a black open mesh trucker’s cap with Marbella and a picture of a dog surfing on it. The bobble hat means that the trucker’s cap doesn’t sit snugly on my head and often falls off, so I have to bend over and pick it up. I am doing it wrong.

A halo of light emerges from the ship, it briefly wreaths the craft in an aura of pure white as if it was being highlighted by a celestial force. As quickly as it happened, the light is retracted back into the ship’s drives and, for a second, it seems as if all has been restored. The mistake has been reversed and the continuity allowed to progress.

MOAOW

Sounds that are so good that they deserve to be a word:

The daylight disappeared and suddenly the artificial lights inside the train seemed so much brighter. The sound changed too, because the tunnel meant that the noises of the train were reflected back, so the sad wail of the engine and the rising grind of the wheels became louder and more threatening.

The taxi driver checked his satnav and looked at the ivy-draped lane it was indicating.

I’m lying on the massage table and it’s really cold. I think I might be trembling.