Rolling Stones, Mike Byrne

http://derrenbrown.co.uk/blog/2009/11/mystery-rolling-stones/

He'll swear black and blue these chairs are red.


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I hadn't noticed how at the waiting rooom
they had removed the toys and magazines.

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Grunt


The press of nose to the taut wire
in want of the scrumptious meal -
its brazen serendipity.

Dream


Home-hunting with Alex Clarke - pink cottage.
Messages on phone picked up in pub.

Dream


Man leans over bar, cuts my yolk-smeared toast into smaller pieces on my plate and, using a knife, pushes the pieces to one side of the plate for easier eating.

Dream



Diminutive in blue blazer he must rise to each challenge I set - so crawls beneath table outside bar in street. He is smiling, immaculate, but there's shit on his blazer. He can't see. Will others tell him? Keep walking till deep water 50 metres across. Several people are climbing a staircase carved in the stone, having swum it.

My phone rings - calm voice, female. 'I'm just phoning to tell people:
we thought he'd made it, but he didn't make it.'

'Oh no,' I fall to my knees, moan, wake.