Voices in my Head

    Of an evening, as I take to my bed, I find my mind is wont to become a conduit to the conversations of strange dis-en-noveled characters, enacting odd scenes or momentary drama from books I've never read or written.  The voices vary to each occasion,  seldom introduce themselves properly and spend very little time in place.  I've taken to arising and noting what they've said:

 In a dungeon...

“The chains are enchanted. I think you will find that should you kiss me fully across the lips, my bindings will fall away and I shall be released.  

(Annoyed, she kisses him.)

“ It didn’t work!”

“It worked for me”

 “You imbecile, we’ve no time for your asinine cupidity!”

“Milady surely you’d not deny a kiss to a man in my current extremity. “

“ I’d blithely deny you the larger, and lesser used, of your two heads, but I’m obliged to collect it and the rest of you as well.  Now, how do I loose you? “

“There’s no means, Madame. These chains are enchanted.  The curse requires blood and bone and the taking of life.  Attached as I may be to my own dear existence, ending yours as a means to save it … mislikes me.  No, I’m quite content.  Unless, you’d consider another kiss?  Full body contact of course -  for the last pleasure of one about to be slaughtered? “

 “Callen, this last contact will be my pleasure.  (She punches him and he faints) “

(Some short time later He wakes)

 “What an interesting turn of events. I’m both alive and unbound. However did you manage it?”

“ Blood and bone and the taking of life. Did you never think “I’m chained in a dungeon – every proper dungeon contains household vermin?”

 (She points to the carcass of a very large and very dead rat lying near his feet.)

“Yon rodent saved your hide.  You might thank him by getting up off your arse and making good haste to leave him here to rest in peace. “

(They make haste to depart. )