It was a clear night with a very slight wind. Graham, like his buddies, had a thing about lights. He always had a desire to move towards them. There was a large white coloured structure in front of him. There was a light coming through one window that was slightly cracked open. He flew in.
On this very early, but still dark, morning he wasn't the first of his kind to be attracted by the light. There were two others on the wall above a bath. They both ignored Graham. Graham hung out by the hand basin.
There was a man sitting on a toilet. He made some unusual noises. Graham wondered if it was some sort of prayer. For Graham coming into this environment from the nature of outside made him wonder if he had arrived in Heaven. These human animals must have some control over everything. Graham had never seen a moth build a structure like he was in now. Moths often referred to these humans as gods and were convinced that they had somehow built everything that a moth could see.
To be continued.
I'll be very lucky to get any practice done today because I'll be back working at Murray Roberts. Then I'm over to sort out the two Prowsey boys. So, it'll be at least 6pm when I get home and that will be time for a Cleanskin.
Hey, maybe I should do a bit now, instead of continuing here.
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