Thursday, January 24, 2008

D is for Deloney

A click of the mouse and suddenly I’m on the Danforth, tumbling onto the street like Alice down the rabbit hole. Sometimes it’s hot and steamy there; sometimes cold and gray. Always there is the smell of good food and a many-accented murmur. It’s good to be on the street, but it’s also lovely to take in the view from the window of Deloney’s apartment, the smell of onion and garlic comforting even that which thought it could not be comforted—and Fanny rubbing up against me, purring a bit, pushing a bit, whispering, “Move. That’s my sill.”

7 comments:

Helen said...

Mice and rabbits are magical creatures, not vermin.

Helen said...

Cats, on the other hand, are just pushy vermin.

Bridgett said...

This captures what I've read over there wonderfully.

Does this mean you're over the hump? Or should I not jinx it?

cedarwaxwing said...

I feel the same about reading things over at the Danforth. It's very cosy there and he's quite the descriptive writer.

Deloney said...

Thanks, you are such a sweetheart.

Mrs Slocombe said...

but what's that other smell? and what happened to Honeysuckle Weeks?

Mrs Slocombe said...

p.s.: we have these in our back yard in the nectarine tree,(as well as the regular bat)
http://photos.rnr.id.au/birds/Rainbow_Lorikeet_Heidelberg030425.jpg