Encounters at the Dragal Foundation - E-book - ePub

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.)